Seattle from Vivid by Pyrophoria

The night we met
I regret
You were smoking a cigarette
How could I forget
Except I woke up
And wasn’t asleep
My feet hit the concrete
Sleet
In Georgia
It was 40 degrees

The night you left
I just slept
“Home is heartbreak,” I wept
What is even left?
And then I woke up
To a vivid dream
This ain’t no silver screen
I scream
In Georgia
I’m no one it seems

They said,
“Come, move to a new city,
You’re a young girl,
You’re still pretty”
(There’s no place for me to go)
I said,
“I ain’t movin to Seattle”

I heard it rains there all the time
Well that’s fine
I used to have rain that was mine
But I was a black cloud in time

• Experimental
• alternative
• avantgarde
• experimental rock
• female indie
• genreless
• Atlanta