It is sometime in the evening and I don't know what day it is,
the streets are deadly quiet and the parents keep locking up their kids
I want to feel the sun again but I'm too scared to go outside;
so I settle for pictures of the orange sky turning purple.
Sometimes, I can't seem to recognize this body that has raised me,
all the scars I've carved seem distant like it was not my own skin
Memories of laughter and grief blur together and fall from my eyes.
Been wishing for a lot more rain and a lot more clouds,
Soup kind of weather for the one who feels gloomy
But the the sun's shining brighter than ever
and there's not a cloud in the sky.
Maybe if I close my eyes and imagine a faraway land,
where tourists roam outside my window holding hands
The pitter-patter of rain against the window
With old indie music playing from my phone
In the arms of my lover whose name I don't call
Intertwined but so far apart.
Here, the kids are playing in the street
Their parents watching from their homes.
Here, everyone knows what time and day it is,
Here, no one cares what time or day it is.
