love is the sun drying you out

alice phoebe lou - better

it had been a couple of weeks since i saw the sun
must be the reason why i'd become undone
i looked beyond, ruminated at my prospects
funny to find, i didn't want you there

so as the roses wilted and whithered away
as mould grew on their moist, browning stems
i put them out in the sun to dry
hoping it might revive what is dead

that week when i sat in my stuffy classroom

4 days since i last talked to you
i was getting mad at myself for time wasted
and the campus witnessed the redhead sob

and I sobbed until the campus flooded

so I ran back but to find my flat empty

solitude can prompt the crazy

so i called up the guys and met you there

just as you are, seeing through the red

realising i was looking too far ahead

so i send you a message laced with nonchalance 

the next day, i went to class with a black dress

eyes puffy, skin wet, cold and 

everyone asking me if im fine, i say im alright

but that only really started when i went out to the field

saw dragonflies, grassy lawns, basking in the sunshine. 

so, loving is indeed the sunlight

and love is the sun drying you out

like it did to those ruby red roses

like it killed the mould it found

love is me putting up a fight

not you telling me i cant always be right

love is me in that field,

sun drying me out, killing the mould it finds.

love is the sun drying you out. 

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