I preceded being myself with thoughts of great anything is yet to be
making arms long to reach things I don't want I realized that
mornings are useless when i'm
stormy if you're my sunshine
call me you may find not my
answer so i'm wrong or i'm not
unconstrained seizing any day to daze there is nothing wrong with me
you say free I blame you but I don't care, not as long as
mornings are useless when i'm
stormy if you're my sunshine
call me you may find not my
answer so i'm wrong or i'm not