Pittsburgh Is For Pitted Love
Pittsburgh is for pitted love
Where we keep our hearts on ice
Sharp blades cup my breath
And my whispers are screams in your ears
We’ve never met but in our dreams
And in Boston, we were so close
Left to find each other under bright, white lights
But we never did
And so I returned to my dark, lonely room
To look at your picture
Hoping to breathe life into the lifeless
But failing miserable to animate your two-dimensional existence
If this is the only way I ever know you
I’m glad I know you at all
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