The OLED Sun

When the OLED sun has made its way across the skies, Sailing out from east into the center of my

mind, The fear of getting older and the shame is numbed by light, Waltzing past the options we still

have to make it right. Every night I wonder if it's you or if it's me, Fighting off the need to scream

and wake you from your sleep, I know that you've been sleeping light, especially these days, I'll

take the couch again tonight and stroke the tears away. There you go streaming service symphony,

Nobody: Silver screen, Binging on eternity dopamine OD. When morning finally comes, I wake up

lonely and afraid, I'd rather want to kill myself than start another day, And when I finally drag

myself along across the floor, I see the OLED sun in 4K rise again once more.