Young

I can't seem to listen very much anymore
I pay no mind unless it's coming from your lungs
My head, as always, is in white clouds
I lost myself in a neverending, color homes

Will you remember me when you think of being young?

There's dragonflies above my hands
I can feel the base, shaking the ground, my ground
I want to be where you are
My limbs feel heavier without your arms
It seems things never look as they were
But they hook all these classes, what a shame
What a shame

Will you remember me when you think of being young?



Credits
Writer(s): Andy Mineo, Kevin Elijah Burgess, Tyshane Thompson
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