A poem about your bestfriend

You are so cool

you are not a fool

I love you fool

<3

Wandering, aimless, waiting

for the crowds to come out

and greet the night with madness

and every little thing here is glistening

the underground is calling me

and there are patterns in the message

but are they listening

and there's no sun in electric city

there's no love in the glimmer of uptown

there's no sun in electric city

but the lights here they never go down

the city speaks, a heart caught beating

the air alive, with a pulse repeating

indistinct, ill-defined

uncontrolled, unconfined

hollow, desolate, waiting

for the figures in the dark

to fill the streets with laughter

and every little thing here is glistening

the underground is calling me

and there are patterns in the message

but are they listening

I'm still awake whilst the world is asleep i'm awake whilst the world is sleeping.