you tell me I'm not special
and yet you change your voice ever so slightly
when we cast ourselves aside from the circle for a short bit

you tell me I'm not special
and yet nights and days have passed with us
exchanging selfie and stories and vents and rants and deceits

you tell me I'm not special
and yet you tease me with all the mundane
throwing leaves my way just to grab my attention

you tell me I'm not special
and yet if this city could talk surely it would...