She told me she wanted to be the sand.

(how you melt in everyone’s body with no remorse) How you

always wash back up, from the tide.

How the sun, can burn. Can (have no affect) on you.

She said she’d hate to be the moon. (Only half of you is all there sometimes)

When you are full, of remorse, hate, success, and happiness

everyone is scared of you and how you shine.

The sun, is so pretty. But at night you get no (attention)

What is it about? What is it about? It’s about

wanting to be the stars, wanting to be a beach, wanting everyone on you

(without) needing anything.