Oh Daisy
start out with a “hi hello”,
talk about how winter was cold,
but we made it out alive, we made it out in time.
(and winter lies still ahead of us)
it all seemed wrong in December
The rising sunlight makes my eyes turn blind when I’m looking at the
morning sky.
Yesterday came, tomorrow’s the same, time flies by when I burn inside.
it all feels wrong in December.
I’ll wait right here until next year,
hope somebody remembers. The waves are crushing when it finally ends,
the fear, is this really over? (a weird dream, after reading some weird short stories)
