So I’ve got this habit that I do
Love.
It does get me,
in quiet some trouble.

I’m infatuated with my habit.
It’s probably those hidden
crescent moons

They say home is where the heart is,
I agree.
And this where I feel comfortable
Watching Venus in all her glory,
Yes.
Naming stars after past loves, it’s all
Love.

I just wish it would return the favor
Instead,
It forever brings me trouble
I assume it’s my natural born way,
Chemical imbalance is possible,
I just know I follow
That crescent moon.

‘Cause that sun is just too bright,
For my eyes.