When you step into the sun, you know you’re home

When you step into the sun, you know you’re home. When you’re smiling while you burn, you know you’re home.

Once we were praised and adored for our smartness. Once it was a crown to wear. Once it was the ultimate flex. What happened, then? The crown is now a noose. Our grip is getting loose. The swan is now a goose. We blew it up, the fuse.

Signature scent, sweet Totally not manufactured Says the scent expert

Days in the sun are very fun Burn up the fake and leave the nun

The old guitar Patched up by me Snapped shut my arms Still, more dear to me

Warning SOSOS Seatbelts Covers Eurydice

Never took me seriously Must be a joke I missed Messed with me callously Here, face catch my fist

I apologize in advance For all the darkness Brought out to light Bring back the fight

Please, don’t let me be misunderstood That mattered once, I knocked on wood Who was the judge? The careless hood Do as you wish, your jury’s no good

Glasses echoing your voice Thought it’s a random choice

Alexa, snapshot Record, press play *

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