Longing for summer.
Living in the backyard building up a fantasy.
Shakespeares and sorrows.
All the nights we really laugh.
Watching from the sidelines.
Light of my life, fire of my loins.
Sunday escape, speculate.
clouds moving way too fast.
Can’t color my heart in blues and grays.
Estamos a falar de quê mesmo? Voyeurismo?
Just an orange county girl living in the extraordinary world.
Always find another womb to grow.
But you will always find another place to go.
cast some light and you’ll be alright.
I don’t mind it was all me.