I'm lit up
More than they know
A little pick me up
When I get too low
Sweetly in my head
I feel the rushing once again
Some of us aren't kings
Are thrones we make on our own
So maybe it's a fall
Or maybe I feel small
But somethings make you never feel alone
You waste away
Like some know
I know you bare
But better clothed
They smell the burn
The burn that you love and loath
I've learned to love more than loath
And shades of gray on this sunny day
Brace for what you dont know