Maybe that's how we do it
Fuck
Are you alright?

Oh, thirty percent sunlight
I don't know what that means
Doesn't like its feet wet
Keep the pot well-drained

Leaving for the weekend and, oh
Will I see you smiling again?
Growing in sunlight
Happy under my eyes

Love hypochondriacal
Lost, swimming in your head
You come undone when you can't hold me
I feel the same

Sunlight fills the room up
I open up my eyes
Illuminates my nightmare
She's gone, I don't know why