Carthage - MAY (youth). Lyrics

Come on, come on, come on
Play with me,
Sun setting in an hour
Gotta be home before dark,
Gotta eat dinner and shower

Ain't been the same since that car crash,
Couped up inside, might DoorDash
Shocked at the turn of a new day,
Still blue faced, filled with haste
I linger, what a damn waste
Faded dreams with the faint scent of sativa
Maybe I need a breather
Are you an opportunity?
Or are you the reaper?
Said she a soul reaver,
Maybe I should believe her,
Next up or next out?
Said I ain't sure I'm either,
Bathing in all this ether,
My tears trickle down the papyrus,
My melodies are infectious,
A sychophantic kinda virus
Why do you desire us?
I've been stuck tryna reconcile, thus
My childhood self waves in the mirror,
With that, unsure smile,
And that, horrible fade,
And that, pushed back hairline,
Eyes, starting to jade,
His, glasses all crooked,
Told him he's a good kid,
Told him he's a good kid.
Tell him he's a good kid.
Told him he's a good kid.
Tell him he's a good kid.
Told him he's a good kid.
Tell him he's a good kid.
Told him he's a good kid.