i like the sun - Stef

I looked up at the sun, it wasn’t there

And every part of me would even wonder where

But I’m too stuck up on the simple things, winding up my guillotine

Guess it’s only so much I can bare

I’m writing tragedies conveyor belts

I can’t write happily 'cause we all know what

I write analogies inside this empty cell

I guess living high by myself

I looked up at the sun, it wasn’t there

And every part of me would even wonder wher

But I’m too stuck up on the simple things, winding up my guillotine

Guss it’s only so much I can bare

I can buy my time, it’s like a whole new mess

I can buy my crimes, I think I’m over myself

If it hurts, I’m fine, I think you know what I felt

If it hurts, I’ll try, this shit is more than I’ve dealt