the suns adolescent rays hit my eyes
it's winter you can't hurt me
face you bravely
soak you up and take you back to my room
drench you out into a cup
my cup runneth,,it'll overflow
i'll drink you incandescent glory
sit still all day
i won't pass this glow
i can't share this magic
doodle lines with my eye-beams on the table
melancholia circa 90's
evoke it with some silversun pickups
it's getting rather late to catch up with the tribe
i might as well knock all my soul into the table
leave scribbles that'll glow in the dark
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