she goes by.

I met this girl
But sometimes it feel like I met a city first

She came from Bogotá
Where the mountains hold the clouds hostage
And the air too thin for people who never learned pain

She talk soft
But her soul loud like crowded streets at midnight
Like music leaking out apartment windows
Like sirens far away
Like heels echoing on wet pavement after rain

She from Bogotá

Where girls grow up beautiful and guarded
Where love comes with survival instinct
Where every smile knows heartbreak personally

Brown eyes full of weather
Gold around her wrists
Spanish falling from her lips
Like prayer mixed with poetry

She told me stories about home
About old women dancing while cooking
About buses flying through narrow roads
About the city lights sitting beneath the mountains
Looking like heaven fell asleep on earth

And every time she spoke about Bogotá
She sounded homesick and proud at once

Like she belonged to it
And it belonged to her

I swear sometimes
The city lives inside her body

In the way she moves
In the way she argues
In the way she loves hard
Then disappears into herself without warning

Bogotá made her that way

Beautiful
Complicated
Hard to hold onto

She cold some days
Distant like fog over the Andes
Then suddenly warm again
Laughing like sunlight breaking through rain clouds

And God…
When she says my name in that accent
It don't even sound like my name anymore

It sound softer
Like it survived something

People see a pretty girl
I see mountains behind her eyes

I see crowded streets
Church candles
Family voices from another room
Long nights
Young dreams
A city that raised her strong enough
To survive anything

She goes by Bogotá

Not because that's where she from

Because every part of her feels like that city

Wild heart
Soft soul
Dangerous beauty
Love you can drown in slowly

She goes by Bogotá

And I don't think I'll ever stop searching for her
In every song
Every late night flight
Every cold street
Every piece of rain

She goes by Bogotá