it's 9:15 and for 60 seconds, the hands on the clock are in a horizontal line you smell of Lipton tea with lime, and you said that I smelled like instant hot cocoa powder. violets are my favorite flower so you put some in my hair, and we talked about the downfall of capitalism. laissez-faire, laissez-faire, laissez-faire we got ashy elbows from rolling in the dirt you been cryin lately, been rolling in the hurt mom tells older sister stop rolling up her skirt but won't tell little brother stop trolling Google earth this is a problem that you are all faced with maybe our outlook just needs a facelift I know your eyes are shut so you don't see you face it but you do face it but you won't say it it's 9:16 the gra** is green, I mean it always is but it just has this certain gleam the porch light hit it at just the right angle, at just the right spot. we got a good view; our fingers entangled we got ashy elbows from rolling in the sand our parents like to act like they really understand and we don't wanna be like them as if we ever can can this be in our hands— our own life plans? this is a problem that we are all faced with maybe your outlook just needs a facelift you know our eyes are shut cause we don't wanna face it but we do face it even though we don't say it we got ashy elbows from rolling on the ground is it bad of me to want you to stick around? is it purely silly that I really love sound of you saying that you'd love to be down?