i like the sun

I looked up at the sun, it wasn’t there
And every part of me would even wonder where
But I’m too stuck up on the simple things, winding up my guillotine
Guess it’s only so much I can bare
I’m writing tragedies conveyor belts
I can’t write happily 'cause we all know what
I write analogies inside this empty cell
I guess living high by myself
I looked up at the sun, it wasn’t there
And every part of me would even wonder wher
But I’m too stuck up on the simple things, winding up my guillotine
Guss it’s only so much I can bare
I can buy my time, it’s like a whole new mess
I can buy my crimes, I think I’m over myself
If it hurts, I’m fine, I think you know what I felt
If it hurts, I’ll try, this shit is more than I’ve dealt