I hope the sun gets blotted out,
real senses sapping, burning out,
couldn’t see the parallels.
Hard vowels, confetti, lazy house,
did LA deafen you as well?
Fate pending,
missed the ending, I can’t work you out,
don’t defend it,
you brought this all upon yourself,
slow down.
I’ll be your summit on the ground
I couldn’t relive what I felt,
I’m bored of it now,
where’s autumn? I’m somewhere else,
I’m bored of it now.