Airhead

Sun's down
A blankness falls on me
Count to ten
What comes before three
Run from the sun
That's close to earth's edge
Heat burns the air
That's why the sky's red
I'm asked
If I like haute cuisine
I can't say
'Cause I don't know what it means
Walking
I look out by the pier
The sea's blue
I thought water was clear
Do you not really know at all
Do you intend to drop the ball
I can't tell
Don't recall
How it went in my head
Take my time
Fill my mind
With good times instead
Oblivious
Not curious
About logic or sense
The good times
Easy rides
I don't deal with immense
I'm an Airhead
And I like it that way
'Cause when I don't think
It keeps worries away



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Agyei-kyeremateng
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