Sproul Hall

Fresh face, something to sell
Monuments made to yourself
And you sit, lay in wait, for your life to begin
Like a child waits, on a carousel, for the wheel to spin

Molten blaze circled in glass
Like syrup jars held to the Sun
And you wrap your fingers, tightly round your own wrist
And you breathe a sigh of relief when you feel they still reach

If I could, I would sail into the Sun
Gather you in my arms

Maybelline® color-coded
Elaborately self-promoted
And you sigh with your eyes, as you walk toward the door
And you shit upon everyone that you wanted before

If I could, I would sail into the Sun
Gather you in my arms



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Escobar
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