As we make our nightly trek
to that too dark bar downtown,
we look around in despair
at the city we're forced to call home.
We rush inside;
the smoke envelopes us in its hazy arms.
The sudden flashes of light reveal to us
those we lust after.
You flirt with that forgettable boy
and I sit back and sigh.
We ought to be happy
now that we're free to act as we please,
old enough now to decide for ourselves
who and what we want to be.
We can't breathe in this forsaken city,
but we can't make ourselves leave.
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