The Sunshine Mess

You can’t play me because I’m playing you
Please don’t blame me for cutting through
Exchanging words and the hottest of air
It’s all a distraction
I’m well aware
Making golden noise because I can
I know the best place and I have the hands
Cut you short and live it direct
You can’t buy me but you always expect
Label us and we’ll do all we can
To squeeze out free from your writers hand
Growing under where the people are bright and warm and self taught
It’s how we’ll arrive