City of Me
Neon lines on a midnight street,
Heartbeat synced to a subway beat.
Office lights fade into sound,
We drop our names when the sun goes down.
Stage lights flicker, bodies move,
Off-key saints with something to prove.
Broadway hymns in a rented room,
Cheap champagne and borrowed tunes.
We don’t need perfection,
Just connection.
This is the City of Me—
Where the night runs free.
Cheap beer, cold air,
Hands up, don’t care.
City of Me—
Where we breathe, just breathe.
Lights low, hearts glow,
Nowhere else to go.
Corner café, window seat,
Coffee steam and dusty feet.
Croissant crumbs and paper dreams,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Late-night talks in yellow bars,
Debating films and broken stars.
Rivers cut through concrete veins,
Green between the traffic lanes.
We don’t need a master plan,
Just a place to stand.
City of Me—
Turn it up, set it free.
Streetlights flashing,
Time collapsing.
City of Me—
We are who we wanna be.
Work all day,
Fade away—
Come alive at three.
Not a skyline fantasy,
Just a human frequency.
If you feel it, stay with me—
Stay with me.
City of Me.
We’re alive.
We’re alive in the City of Me.