Everything

Your a falling star
Your the get away car
Your the line in the sand
When i go too far

Your the swimming pool
On my estate
Your the perfect thing to sing

And you play it coy
But its kinda cute
When you smile at me you know exactly what you do
Baby dont pretend,
That you dont know its true
That you can see it when i look at u

And in this crazy life, in this crazy times
Its you, its you, you make me sing,
Your every line, your every word
Your everything.



Im so tired nowadays. The fire inside doesnt seem to burn anymore cos everything seems murky. Expectations, objectives, plans. Everything seems to mean everything but mean nothing. How oxymoronic can u get?

I cant help but feel like im in a quaterlife crisis.