Living out loud,
learning to feel again
paint the broken sky.
You asked me how the jeans looked
heading out -smiling
on your way to find a girl
grown -understanding the world.
Impressions of yesterday
cloak the sun,
stars surface, then hide.
Living out loud,
learning to feel again
paint the broken sky.
You asked me how the jeans looked
heading out -smiling
on your way to find a girl
grown -understanding the world.
Impressions of yesterday
cloak the sun,
stars surface, then hide.
