4 Months / I.K.Y.K

By Arcassin Burnham


Still overall I sleep through the grass ,
With my head filled with gold and a candle stash,
Light It Up , Light It Up! The Asthma attack...

Let the flowers fly away,
ain't no room enough to see,
Let the memories fade,
like you're tryna' clean some sheets,
flying solo on the road,
Feeling half passed asleep,
Just to settle those scores,
keeping points for you and me.....

2 weeks of desperation,
4 months of irritation,
I will never go back to those memories..


Still overall I sleep through the grass ,
With my head filled with gold and a candle stash,
Light It Up , Light It Up! The Asthma attack..
I can just not wait to get that feeling back,

To get that feeling back!
I can just not wait to get that feeling back!
To get that feeling back!
Sleeping through the grass!

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I know you know ,
I'm trying not stress you, but your feelings are all over,
And you just want it over,
You know,
That I would never in life itself hurt you or put on a show,
But As time moves slow,
You know,
That you could share your feelings anytime with me,
And when it comes close,
I know you know,
I hope you know....
I love you so.