I want to look at you and know you won't run on me
I want to be me as a whole and splash in your wholesome too To know that we are so full we could make waterfalls
I want you to be there and tell me when my thunderstorms are just trickling rain on my window
I want to know that you can handle me and I can handle you That you don't just put up with my rain but learn to find beauty in it To see my pain and understand And to know you hurt too
Funny how you cut me off now you say you're lonesome Got no one to call up and smoke some Complaining you ain't loved when you had one Pushing me away like I was the bad one Playing these games Honey it's all good
Everything's fuzzy and cloudy Heads spinning Drousy The walls peeling Eyes red Throat bleeding Its cottony skies That keep me from breathing My chest heavy Cant stop from heaving When I cant stop All I do is drop The words in my head Dropping on the pavement
I feel the reason why we grasp onto the now so tightly is because we’re afraid of it fading away as if it were a dream The old looking back on their life at a way one adores a picasso from afar Moonlit eyes dreamy with tired vibes Looking back we see time going by unoticeably like cloudy skies and then all at once they’re gone and all we have left is words to spill from our doughy lips Remembering when the clouds were here freshly bloomed cottony waves painting our ceilings