I say I am a writer
a runner
a lover
yet I haven't wrote to you in months
from my feelings towards you I run
and I hate the sun
I say I'm a morning person yet i hate the sun
what is this mess
this muss
this fuss
what happened to my mind I can't confess
can I give you my address?
people look different at home
offguard, sensual and calm
wrapped up in foam and in their own minds they roam
figuring out their lives in the measure of their palm
can you understand me a little?
can you hear me a little?
I am all alone in my own metaverse I roam
I can you show all my love in the measure of my palm
