My fretting rain now sets the corner of the world into the sun You little one, a pocketful of number ones to run along This is the end, my very beautifulest friend The spirit dancing on the Nile And will I leave it with the changing of the seasons?
Making friends that go immediately Suns into a spiralling Little joys admiring The geese that fly by, leaving all supply dry Anonymous see butterflies
Point to several setting moons to enjoy panorama Just like my treble clef inside Standing up towards the sky Need I remind you my problems? Virgins peel like a cornhusk light (Cactus-like tendrils, spiky and purple Yields an invisible fruit inside) So will I I am the motion I can’t see you against the sky
Five AM is when you’ll go To be caught up in your cries You will stand by side, your side I’m over it, I wouldn’t lie
I’m such a weak, tremulous girl I dive into love way too fast I get attached to a horrid choice It should have not been this way Because of the way social plays
Your sentence stutters, it’s make believe The transient way that you sang to me I lost the lover, he’ll never see The chains that describe what he means to me Sinking in the sea where the creatures can attach I want to scream a mountain and override this black