?"Folding Chairs & Fire escapes"?
(A raw piano ballad about urban loneliness)
[Verse 1]
Your perfume lingers on the subway grate,
A symphony of brakes and fate.
All my mornings taste like rain,
And coffee stains on windowpanes...
[Pre-Chorus]
The bodega cat still knows your name,
Purring through the frosty frame.
Those grocery lists you never took,
Now bloom like weeds in every nook...
[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh my concrete rose,
Growing through the cracks we chose.
Every fire escape still hums,
The melody of what's to come...
[Verse 2]
Your shadow dances with the laundromat spin,
Waltzing with the socks left in.
That last goodbye we never had,
Echoes through the alleyway sad...
[Bridge]
(Saxophone whisper with train sounds)
"3am trains...
Steam pipe sighs...
All my silence
Still wears your disguise..."
[Outro]
The folding chairs hold evening prayers,
For lovers turned to empty stairs.
So when the streetlights start to weep,
I'll dream where your heartbeat sleeps...
This smoky ballad suits late-night piano with upright bass. Would you like more metropolitan imagery or a shift toward acoustic folk? The song explores urban solitude through domestic details.
