i miss when we used to hang out and the way you made me laugh
i miss the conversations and the time that we had
i miss the way you would say nothing, and i would say nothing too;
i just hate it but, i miss you.

When the grass is purple, please stay away!
Its been known to do crazy things, for show.
Take it from me my name is Trey,
and I have a basketball game tomorrow.

The sun is being chased across the small and lonely sky.
he runs perpetually in his place,  and sometimes wonders why
he doesn't pause to take a look at the busy land below.
But if he stops he'll find himself replaced by softer glow.

The moon, seeks him relentlessly, in search of all his light,
for she had never been content with "lighter of the night".
She runs and runs but doesn't succeed, for soon enough she'll find
that if she catches up to him, he will no longer blind.

so they run the race of being out done by the next and being outrun by the rest, but they run still..

my mind is trapped inside a box, and doesn't know it yet.
it hurts my head
I lay in bed
and try to conjure memories, that often, I forget.

the light, it flickers on and off inside my lonely brain.
it hurts my head
I lay in bed
and shut my eyes, closing them tight, and listen to the rain.

I hear a high pitched ringing noise, echoing through the dark.
it hurts my head
I lay in bed
and wonder where the cacophony at first had embarked.

disruption and light now fading fast give my head some peace
it calms my mind
and now I find
I can finally sleep.