sunrise, while the stars fight, battling for the stage,
a giggle, fields of grass, and endless snacks,
butterflies, watching my brother soar the sky,
moths in the audience, on the green seats,
they say clouds billow, i'll say they blow
themselves up for the beauty of the scene,
paint brushes and a will to brush things off,
wipe the palette clean, just sit with ease,
the air feels so amazing, and simply being,
a part of the easel, nibbling on a cheese roll,
so many bad things, and yet we sing,
past the plane's crash, without laughs,
insecticide and beautiful skies with no will to love them,
we paint, and wipe the palette clean
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
sunrise, while the stars fight, battling for the stage,
a giggle, fields of grass, and endless snacks,
butterflies, watching my brother soar the sky,
moths in the audience, on the green seats,
they say clouds billow, i'll say they blow
themselves up for the beauty of the scene,
paint brushes and a will to brush things off,
wipe the palette clean, just sit with ease,
the air feels so amazing, and simply being,
a part of the easel, nibbling on a cheese roll,
so many bad things, and yet we sing,
past the plane's crash, without laughs,
insecticide and beautiful skies with no will to love them,
we paint, and wipe the palette clean
lol if you get the name and first lines, loose connection, but funny, and you're probably right if you have any guess at all haha.