Ashtray

Overwhelmed by a sense of urgency
And nothing in particular to do with it
Colors drew the sight as if it couldn't be dirtier
A moisty day as a woke up answer

Bearing my fists push as it never mattered
My body tells me to save my breath
Switching my sweating for thinking faster
This city is an ashtray that is killing me

Another can came smelling mounds of stain
I wonder where's the air that made me think this way
I can also not care about it, it's summer
And even won't know what's to say tomorrow