Ivory skin
I am a solar system without a sun
How do I begin
To go back to when it had not begun
I miss when the weekends were something to look forward to
I miss when the days didn't drag on like they now do
When shadows settle for the night
And the darkness unrequited
Lost in the suburbs
Picket fence symmetry
I swear, I'm going insane
My purpose is colored
I don't know where I'm going again, again
I miss when the weekends were something to look forward to
I miss when the days didn't drag on like they now do
When shadows settle for the night
And the darkness unrequited
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is
Call it what it is