Sun on My Face

Alarm on 6, but I’m up at 5 Light through the blinds like it caught my lies

Dust on the shelf, old trophy case Summer in the room from the sun on my face

I remember cheap shoes on the melted tar Handlebars wobbling, we were chasing

stars Now I’m scrolling through a stranger’s life Same hometown,

but it’s cut like a knife All these Polaroids burned in my brain Different year,

but the feeling’s the same Every morning hits just like a tape Pressing play on

the days that we can’t remake Sun on my face And I’m right back there again

Front yard, scraped up knees Laughing with my reckless friends It warms my skin