Giving all you have to dreams that won't see the light of day.
Time you hope would be returned.
With that little light that's always on down the bottom of your stairs,
Yeah you're hoping.
Words bigger than the backs of your throat,
Unable to chew them carefully.
With an insight you coated with sugar,
It'll go down easier that way.
Now with eyes painted purple,
Hanging low- eyeliner insecurities
That you should never have taken off the shelf.
So changed but stayed the same,
It's gradual and it's real.
Still hoping through my bleached white eyes that you will keep my address etched into your palm.
'Cause the daylight lives there.
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