The sun can be too intense at times.
That's why under the palm trees, I lie.
I close my eyes to feel the wind travel between my thighs.
My heart sways ferociously faster than the tide.
And I'm always sadened by the sky.
Everytime I lift my head up I see teal.
Realized too late that it would affect how I feel.
Thats why, under the palm trees, I lie.
Place the leaves on top of my face,
I mask my expressions with haste.
I slow down the world to compensate for my heart in race.
And somehow my two hands aren't enough to lace.
Sunshine leaks through the leaves I placed.
It seems like I'm uncomfortable in every living space.
Because everythings beating at once,
My head throbs and my heart overdramatically makes a fuss.
Life hasn't handed me anything but limes,
My pockets are filled with nothing but dimes,
And as the wilting leaves fall to their death,
I cling harder to the soft grass.
I wipe the leaves off my face and lift my head up at last.
I look up in teal and notice that
The sun can be too intense at times.

Which is why under the palm trees, I lie.