It's coming closer
I see what you're calling
Immaculate image
Calling you over
It feels like my body but I forget when
It feels like shaving my head
Drawing an image or saving my breath
And I think I'm watching my death
I'll sleep in the river and make it my bed
Closer to the sun
I think I'm tired of waiting my turn
But I guess that I'm having fun
Your head in my arms
Is making it worse
And you know I don't feel like talking
Touching the ceiling moving or walking
And you know I'm sleeping in later
Forget to shower I'm skipping our dinner
And I think I'm watching the end
Drawing an image and painting it red
When am I leaving again
If I'm gone for a minute I'm gone til the end
Closer to the sun
I think I'm tired of waiting my turn
But I guess that I'm having fun
Your head in my arms
Is making it worse
And I can see the end
I think I'm tired of being a friend
But I'm coming back overjoyed
With my head in the ground with the feeling destroyed
And it feels like shaving my head
Sleep in the river I'll make it my bed
Closer to the sun
I think I'm tired of waiting my turn
But I guess that I'm having fun
Your head in my arms
Is making it worse
Closer to the sun
I think I'm tired of waiting my turn
But I guess that I'm having fun
Your head in my arms
Is making it worse
I don't hear a lot of this kind of music, gives me ,loose Sonic Youth vibes. Everything about it is cool, like too cool for school cool. I want to skip class and spray paint an alley with these people. Kyle Zarnoch