He imprints the garden outside,
He drowns them in my waterworks,
He left me eternal tulips,
Ones that don’t die off with time.
He dedicates me old lullabies,
He reads me literature by the seasides,
He reminds me to look up at the skies,
And there’s where he’ll be.
He meets me at weird times and places,
He’s like old love in long houses,
He’s the love my God forbids,
Yet, I pray I’ll stumble upon him
When we make it big in life
In the subway of way too big cities.
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 3:40 PM UTC
He imprints the garden outside,
He drowns them in my waterworks,
He left me eternal tulips,
Ones that don’t die off with time.
He dedicates me old lullabies,
He reads me literature by the seasides,
He reminds me to look up at the skies,
And there’s where he’ll be.
He meets me at weird times and places,
He’s like old love in long houses,
He’s the love my God forbids,
Yet, I pray I’ll stumble upon him
When we make it big in life
In the subway of way too big cities.
Just call my name and I'll be there