Sunsign

Not in line with my sun’s sign
I strip skin from my neck while
Everything that’s in front of us
Is a mess when onset I

See my friends in my cell phone
Drawing circles in flesh tones
Everything is in front us
Could this be just a bad moment?

So well talk and you’ll listen
You’re the feeling i’m missing
Am i work when i want help
Am i thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same

Common sense gets me so tired
Everything gets just so hard
Everything that’s in front of us
Looks so heavy when I

See my friends in my cеll phone
Drawing circles in flesh tonеs
Everything is in front of us
Calling out in my unknowns

But i’m afraid of growing up and awkward spaces different thoughts but i’m the same and i complain again
In all the ways you show me up your gentle prose thats somewhat sure that i’m the same and i’ll complain again

If i keep feeling, you’ll only call me when i stop