Holy Delights

Holy Delights

I’m always worried about the weather

Whether or not it’s a fact

That you still love me too the max.

Getting older leaves you colder

The faces of all of the people you know

Start receding into the black, black void

Walking after you

I’m trying to keep my cool

Learning to let you be

Lighting your smoke in the breeze

In your black onepiece with your white Cobain shades on

I couldn’t lose you in any size crowd

I don’t know how you found me at all

I know you’re worried about the weather

Whether or not people like us can change

Well I’m standing here begging you to please stay the same

Walking after you

I’m trying to see things though

I’m barely able to breath

I’m throwing our phones into the sea

Walking after you

I’m sawing myself in two

I’m learning to let you be

I’m throwing our phones into the sea.