Warm nights like these
And the thick air that accompanies
Bring that old familiar feeling
Shooting through my every nerve
A longing for easier times when
We would drink and smoke until
I could barely comprehend where I was
Walking the streets, looking for nothing
Until coming to the outskirts of
The airport and stare in awe
At the luminous lights
Then wander back to the overcrowded noise
That I'd describe as home
It's strange to think
That the people who I held
In such high regard at one point in my life
Are the same who I let slip away
With such ease
Contact deteriorated...
