For a double Cancer, I sure hate the fucking summer
I'll try to fit in wherever
Let me get my shit together
I've been busy
Haven't slept
My bedroom is a heat trap
For a moon in Libra
I sure hate to weigh the feeling
Strong-arming me into thinking
I'm not worthy of anything
I've been busy
Haven't slept
My bedroom is a heat trap
Glass half-empty
Glass is cracked
It'll spill out in a sec
I'll go with it
Arms outstretched
Balanced, floating on my back
