It turns cold when the sun sets and we are able to say it is a better way for us to live. Bare feet running against the concrete. Loud noises about town. It surfaces and leaves us barren. Who took us there. Emotions it seems run parallel to the glass ceiling. Before it breaks we rule out all options and strive for normalcy amongst each other. Care to explain the pact you made with those at the bath house. It is a scent of will to task us to lift the youth by natural standards. It is a source of sour tastes and loud eyes that are rulers that gesture to the cow fields. We stalk them to greater heights.
Been working on these songs since like April. I need a break from these, and they don't feel done but I feel like I needed to do a check-in in some way
