Neon ghosts on the interstate
Humid nights, we disintegrate
Concrete palms and the ocean’s hum
Waiting for the storm to come
Every face is a stranger’s mask
Every drink is an empty glass
We’re just pixels in the grid
Chasing heat like we never did
Miami melts into the sea
But you still look like home to me
This city breathes in electric dreams
Nothing here is what it seems