I look at my beat-up converse
They remind me when life didn’t feel like a curse
Their colors remind me of summer
Why do I only hear a drummer
My head is pounding
But my maturity is rounding
They get hit by sunshine
Though this time they decline
And I still enjoy the watermelon rind
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:01 AM UTC
I look at my beat-up converse
They remind me when life didn’t feel like a curse
Their colors remind me of summer
Why do I only hear a drummer
My head is pounding
But my maturity is rounding
They get hit by sunshine
Though this time they decline
And I still enjoy the watermelon rind