Sour pt. 1
Take these leaves, tuck myself in
It's all good
I'll be waiting patiently
For you
To come home

Glooming spin, a frequent block
It's no good
A constant hunch that I debase
This shadeful pit

They quench their thirst in my eyes
Seen it a thousand times
Feigning death suppresses the urge
To regress
And all the things that have brought me here
Disappear
But flicking moths won't change
That I stay out

For you
To come home
Take these leaves, tuck myself in
There's no good
I'll be waiting patiently
For you