(no subject)
When the Night Became My Day
Sun came in my window far to ****** soon
Burned into my retinas these visions of you
What was once a buried memory now has come to light
Plastered on the wall you are when I attempt sight, can I go on
Sun came in my window far to ****** fast
Drove away the night before, I prayed would last
I was in a haze where I could not help but forget
the back of you walking away from "the best one yet" can I go on?
No I don’t think so, your cut off from these words cuz when you use them
It’s such a bad context
Your similes, analogies always seem to be as minor as the key
in which you play
Here he comes again, shining through the trees
With malice shedding light on things I shouldn’t see
Sitting on the front porch a thought occurred to me
Just when had the sun become my worst enemy? Can I go on?
No I don’t think so, your cut off from these words cuz when you use them
it’s such a bad context
your similes analogies always seem to be as minor as the key
in which you play
Sun came in my window far to ****** soon
Burned into my retinas these visions of you
What was once a buried memory now has come to light
Plastered on the wall you are when I attempt sight, can I go on
Sun came in my window far to ****** fast
Drove away the night before, I prayed would last
I was in a haze where I could not help but forget
the back of you walking away from "the best one yet" can I go on?
No I don’t think so, your cut off from these words cuz when you use them
It’s such a bad context
Your similes, analogies always seem to be as minor as the key
in which you play
Here he comes again, shining through the trees
With malice shedding light on things I shouldn’t see
Sitting on the front porch a thought occurred to me
Just when had the sun become my worst enemy? Can I go on?
No I don’t think so, your cut off from these words cuz when you use them
it’s such a bad context
your similes analogies always seem to be as minor as the key
in which you play