my feet are on backward and i think i'm dying
baby, hold me
i'm landing in my sunnystep and my brain is like
thunder music, a beat only a child can drum to
eyes squinted i'm overwhelmed, an anxiety attack
only my mother could sniff out
honey i'm too in denial to tell
i got ******* work to do
but my mind won't let me go
won't let me walk
talk
baby, hold me
lift me from my sunnystep
make me slow down
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
my feet are on backward and i think i'm dying
baby, hold me
i'm landing in my sunnystep and my brain is like
thunder music, a beat only a child can drum to
eyes squinted i'm overwhelmed, an anxiety attack
only my mother could sniff out
honey i'm too in denial to tell
i got ******* work to do
but my mind won't let me go
won't let me walk
talk
baby, hold me
lift me from my sunnystep
make me slow down
death of z
