Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

And I?
I'm an orphan
A little seashell that rests upon your native shores
One of many, for sure
But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone

And you do
A continental shelf
A larger piece of land from where you came

You see, I have no mother

Is although I don't deserve you
Not you at your best and your splendor
With towering eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion
Not you at your worst
Totally on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you

And I love that you love the neon lights like me
Orange in the distance

And I love that we have that in common
Also, neither one of us can go back to New York

I can't sleep without you
No one's ever really held me like you
Not quite tightly, but certainly I feel your body next to me

It's just not going the way that I thought
It's not that I feel different, and I don't mind that it's not hot
It's just that I belong to no one, which means there's only one place for me

The city not quite awake, the city not quite asleep
The city that's still deciding how good it can be

I never had a mother, will you let me make the sun my own for now, and the ocean my son?