It`s the day that never came,
happy hour didn`t happen.
Wings of grey,
they couldn`t fly,
so many thing we never say-
brown drops
of liquid sugar rays
through dark n cloudy
summer days,
dark sea
n bright, bright
dizzy sky

So as the sun smiles
down to me
I sometimes wish
I didn`t leave

Ah, fuck that shit
I hate the rhymes,
it ends like this-

Glue me with your salt
I am the pancake cat no more .