Seasons
Lucas Baudry
Maybe
We're in the good ol' days
Seasons
No longer change
This'll be the first thing
That we think of
When we're older
Does not seem like much now
But it'll weigh down
On our shoulders
Save me
From the changing
Of the season
I am stuck here for
All the wrong reasons
Always
Acting the same way
Solipsistic shame
And I have
Told myself now
That I know
I'm getting better
But waking on the ground
Does not leave much
To uncover
Save me
From the changing
Of the season
I think I might just
Try to ease in