Craving sunlight
The kind thats not quite right
The kind you'd fight to have
But instead cuts you into two halves
If my melodramatic teenage angst phase
Could be more than a cliché phrase
Would I paraphrase instead of ode
Light candles on the streets I rode
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
Craving sunlight
The kind thats not quite right
The kind you'd fight to have
But instead cuts you into two halves
If my melodramatic teenage angst phase
Could be more than a cliché phrase
Would I paraphrase instead of ode
Light candles on the streets I rode