Curled From the Roots pt.2

Come in on
We let the fire burn on your
Sea dec
Hand it on
We let the stars went just haze in glow
Moved through our hays

As we stop for longings
Things you don’t keen
Breaking lace off that’d been tied us
You still here

Within a few years passing by
Days are lot to count 
still small to talk
So why bother counting days
If there’s still things to speak

I think we’re curled from the roots

So still the lips glowing

Maybe we going too far made us
Can’t see the place where we at
As long as can be together
It’s okay
Wasted as it goes on
Only stale leaves getting dried
Moving through our hays
You stay same

Curve left, hold it on
Yet there’s no need to think about