Lucy's

An unfamiliar stage where you’d rather stay
A meditation plan when you sway and sink
I want a find out town for the caroler who sounds
Like white when the sun goes down
I swear I’ll be alright although Emily’s in the sky
She waters the ground with gin she pours me out
Onto the shadow of her home-state tree
She’s not ready to let it be
In awe with the metals you burned for someone’s heart
A scene I kept dreaming made me swollen then sharp