You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you
It is enough— Enough to be here, Beneath the bulb of a wonton shop.
I know of my feeble frame of its graying at the edges.
migratory animal Are you looking for a home?
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
It is enough— Enough to be here, Beneath the bulb of a wonton shop.
I know of my feeble frame of its graying at the edges.
migratory animal Are you looking for a home?
I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night
