Call it Cloud 9

i've ripped every band aid off,
i've lived through all the silver bullets gone through my heart soft,
and everyone who knew what my head does to me,
they tried sabotage, they wanted me to kill all of me,

but im here to be an example,
thought my purpose was just to be a light in a world extinguished,
but every single cut and bruise can add to the rainbow all its blues,
and every single ghost of you they lived and died to make a better you,

its been 6 years of thinking im wrong,
6 years of letting you think you won,
6 years being a domino with no fun,
6 years now im letting in the sun,

i can always be a child and i can always be easily upset,
no matter how fast i turn 18 i wont put that part of me in a closet,
so many times in a month, ill feel hit down broken winged like a moth,
but right now all is too perfect,
my heart my mind my soul we're all set,
in my wildest nights when im running by the street lights,
ill call it cloud nine for however long this high is meant to last.

and since i found this shade this colour,
the opposite spectrum only wants to devour,
but im so tired of people,
and im so tired of being told that in this life what we need is the people,
i haven't grown attached to anything since that summer in '17,
and ive never felt more whole not piece inside this quarantine,
so if i still consider you close to me,
ill call you cloud 9 for you are my high that is meant to last.