Rome, Italy

In this city,
That smells like,
Cigarettes.
These streetlights,
Look like,
Stars.

I can't believe,
I've gone this,
Far.
And I am glad,
I am here,
With my friends.
I hope this party,
Never ends.
So we can meet,
Again.

In the city that,
Smells like,
Cigarettes.
And look at,
The streetlights,
That look like,
Stars.