Clumsy warmth fills the air, cold darks streets and shiny hair.
crazy stuff sets the scene, it isn’t real yet not a dream.
An unstable place in between.
Memories spark a hidden light,
magics working out of sight.
echo, echo.. little light.
escape with me to the stars
need a friend to show me the way
in the dark where you can’t see the scars, I’ll whisper things I cannot say
Rescue the shimmer in my heart, when I spill and fall apart
Tried to run when I couldn’t walk, I start melting when you talk.
I’m a bottle with no cork, an open substance to consume.
nothing ever goes to plan, things change without consent
my fear is turning sweet, and my consciousness is bent