Moon - Brika

Would you excuse me?

I was afraid to

look under

our bed

And just like the moon

we got in a groove

I got out of the mood

with your attitude

again

What I need

What was I even doing

when I found you there?

What was I even doing?

Shouldn’t I just keep moving?

What was I even doing

when I found you there?

You take me for granted

and I’m not enchanted

with any of this

I’m starting to see

that I’m gonna be

in this black sea

indefinitely

What’s left?