When the sun shines
And I can just lie underneath the pines,
When I don’t feel my heart griped by vines,
I love the way you catch my eyes.
If I’m on the bottom of the waterfall,
Surrounded by walls,
If I can’t breathe at all,
I hate to see you come.
You may look handsome.
They will tell me to have some.
I will feel dumb, sick and numb.
Judgement paints their faces,
Toxic like this relationship.
And I will leave a tip
On an untouched dish.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
When the sun shines
And I can just lie underneath the pines,
When I don’t feel my heart griped by vines,
I love the way you catch my eyes.
If I’m on the bottom of the waterfall,
Surrounded by walls,
If I can’t breathe at all,
I hate to see you come.
You may look handsome.
They will tell me to have some.
I will feel dumb, sick and numb.
Judgement paints their faces,
Toxic like this relationship.
And I will leave a tip
On an untouched dish.
