I
miss the young you
You
weren't so complicated

you have to choose
its either us or her
I chose them
subliminally I chose her too

a little more time ,
that's all we needed.

a little warm hug,
to feel safe at home.

when the Queen sleeps.
the World goes quite.

Mayday mayday
I hit herb on the wrong Thursday
Now my thoughts are a pandemic to my head
I don't need to make sense
Let the words dance
In no particular rhythm
Let the world freeze
Just give it reason
From a soul alone n bleeding
Keep on  keep on singing