glare

Sun beams glaring on my lens Make it kinda hard to read your text through (Make it kinda hard) Pulse sprinting just standing next to you Know you feel it laying on my chest Yea Worry too much bout whats coming next Don't worry too much its keeping you stressed Tell me whats the best memory That you ruined 'cus your free will Got the best of you I agree like yea We too old for the blame you love to place Still too young to complain I love the way the moon look in the reflection of your eyes Ooo Ooo Ooo Moons at its highest Streets dead and quiet Empty parking lots Windows fogged up from the vapor My father just called me like three times Why he stressing I never been safer I never felt safer I start to shake when i'm anxious Playing it safe is so thankless You brought the rebel out of me Are we moving to fast calculate velocity You peaked my curiosity Whats the fun of ending of the game with all nine lives still Are you looking through blind eyes still Whats divine bout guilt