Neon lights on Mission Street, Anna’s dancing through the heat,

Neon lights on Mission Street, Anna’s dancing through the heat, Bottles clink like broken dreams, chasing highs in smokey streams. Friends text "Where’d you go?" but she’s lost in midnight’s glow, Laughter fades to static noise, another round to fill the void. Anna Beatriz, the fog won’t lift, Your heart’s a storm, your hands can’t grip. The mirror cracks with every sip— How many friends will you let slip? Oh Anna, rise up from the flame, San Francisco screams your name. Ditch the p****n, rewrite the script, The Mission’s waiting, don’t let it quit. Oh Anna, breathe in, no need to shout— You’re more than the demons you’re drowning out Empty bottles, voicemails pile, missed connections stretch a mile. Her laugh’s a ghost in Dolores Park, once a spark, now just a mark. She stumbles past the crowds, shes crying, "Fun is just a lie I’m buying," But the bartender knows her order—double vodka, "Can’t ignore her." Anna Beatriz, the clock’s unkind, Your tomorrows blur, your yesterdays bind. The city hums in pain— you can Break the cycle, feel the rain Oh Anna, rise up from the flame, San Francisco screams your name. Ditch the p****n, rewrite the script, The Mission’s waiting, don’t let it quit. Oh Anna, breathe in, no need to shout— You’re more than the demons you’re drowning out There’s a sober sun on 24th, A hand to hold when you’re feeling torn. The fog will part, the BART trains roar— Anna, you’re worth fighting for. Oh Anna, rise up from the flame, San Francisco screams your name. Ditch the p****n, rewrite the script, The Mission’s waiting, don’t let it quit. Oh Anna, breathe in, no need to shout— You’re more than the demons you’re drowning out