ive been writing this on my head for about 2 weeks, its supposed to be a song

i hate it here

i know you too

let's run away

me and you

pack your bags

'cause it'll last

forever

landing near

the land of blues

i hate the sand

and i hate the moon

take my glass

'cause i might dance

forever

can't see it clear

is it true

i find it hard

to find the groove

i wanna love

and make a fool

stutter