Poor Child

Sorry I took so long
And Action
ok bye

The cans by the windowsill, they multiply
And I try, try to help, But I don't know how
So I watch your tears fall to the ground
And I try, to hold you, but your sorrows get loud
You found the place to hide, oh poor child
Your mother's worried sick, you crave for the blissful times, when life was butterflies
And pastels stained your dull grey skies

The clouds are getting closer, you reach for them, They disappear
You cry another ocean, and still can't find what's deep within
This new foreign emotion, notion, all in slow-motion
The love is ghosted, It's gotten colder.
It's now colder, I slip my hands through your sweater,
The sweater that your mom saw me in when she got here.
She said: "I like your style"

I don't know how to describe it, like uh
I feel helpless and frustrated because he tends to shut down, shut down, shut down down
When he's sad he just disappears, he just disappears, disappears
Not present I guess
I'll be here
And it made me feel like I should be doing more
Call me whenever you need me
Just to help him out, be checking on him
Call me whenever you need me
Cause I just don't wanna see you like that bruh
Yeeeeeeaaaahhhh
A macho homie
Oh yeah, he totally saw my dick
Yeah
You know I'm always on your side