Any Time Soon

Show whites, they’re the best.
Gotta be warmer than the Midwest.
Tell me, is it cold yet?

It walked on, it crushed me.
Doubt that feeling’s coming back again any time soon.
Funny how something so far away can devour a day.

Cross a bridge, craft a garden.
Ride a bike into the distance
while water glistens underneath a purple sky.
And the wind blows.

What do the lilies mean?

Bend lives, they’re just theirs.
Gotta be cooler than this fresh air.
Tell me, is this good yet?

Gotta get a few things out of my head.
I’ll do it in the morning when I get out of bed.
Need the world to start moving again.
Gotta get a few things out of my head.