I can't seem to listen very much anymore
I pay no mind unless it's coming from your lungs
My head, as always, is in white clouds
I lost myself in a neverending, color homes
Will you remember me when you think of being young?
There's dragonflies above my hands
I can feel the base, shaking the ground, my ground
I want to be where you are
My limbs feel heavier without your arms
It seems things never look as they were
But they hook all these classes, what a shame
What a shame
Will you remember me when you think of being young?
