Sunlight

Epicure

I want to be the sunlight, streaming through your window

First thing in the morning when you wake

I want to be the airplane that u hijack

And then ride into the ground



I know im nothing much to speak of

Im broken in so many places

I don't think even you can fix it



I don't want to be your drugs I want to be your rehabilitation

I want to be the reason for you o wake

I want you to be the one holding my hand

When im closing my eyes…

For the last time



Im broken in so many places

I don't even think you can fix it

And my hopes rest, where your pretty face is…

Here is my heart, be gentle when you breaking it.