The kind
I waved my head back and forth waiting for the game
Someone said it was the same, so I played
Laying on the grass waiting for the moon, the mirage wasn’t done
I might be friends with the sun
I also might be in love with the moon
I watch, it’s all waving soon
The sun is traveling down, I’m something else
Watch while I ask myself
The reflection of myself, I’m only waiting for this game
The moon is out, so is my head
The branches across my face which I became made me insane
One thought killed itself when I replied to the sky, I witnessed the thoughts last cry
The mirage wasn’t done and that’s okay, my things come in attached ways
I’m with myself for days, circled with the moons disguise everyday
I have the most fun with the drowning sun
I was waving my head side to side when approached by her
I could of ran though she was pure
I always see the dark as soon as I try to get inside her
I see her mixing in my universe, forming out the other world
We were in some trance & slid into a familiar blur
My dreams split that moment, one quivered on the absent minded grass, the other skipped around me then passed
I don’t need anything, i have a understanding mind, I have a game that was kissed by her kind
