Night Bright, Decembers

‘Member holidays on islands?
I do, I’m in the sun hearing Lonely
You’re early, it’s rainin’ where you are
Hours away, you were asking for sleepin’
Same thing happening here, but it’s later

Now you go outside and be yourself
Now you’re the first person, I turn to you
Now I’d like to know what I think about you
How I got strong meets wonderful
Why I say those were dark days
When that light was maybe brightest
and what is happening now?
Now you’re back to you and I’m back to that guy

Maybe in the sky

October hollow days around the desert
lead to putting it all back for December
You’re missing, the sun sets where you are
Miles away, I was wondering about you
What is happening there? Now’s later

Now I go inside to find myself
Now you’re the first person, you turn to me
Now I’d like to know what I expected to be
How I score mad meets wonderful
Why I snap those were dark days
when that bloom was maybe brightest
and what is happening now?
Now I’m back to me and you’re back to so shy

Maybe in the sky
Paintbrush for the sky
Plastic. Paper. Bright.
In the morning