Sublime Poem by Hunter Skye

What are you doing underneath the tree,
Its cold, its damp, its dark and rainy,
Come take a sit, we'll smoke a spliff
We'll talk about life and how we're over it

What are you doin, staring at the sky,
Time passes before your eyes,
You hear your mother cry,
You wonder why its 2 a.m. and you're still alive

But the sky is [: sublime,
You should really come out to the field,
She said but I, might just play my guitar instead: ]x2

Where are we goin to
We've come from where we've been,
What do we do with all our dreams,
Don't have enough ink in my pen,

‘Cause all beginnings come to an end,
I promise we will always start again,
[: You wonder why its 3 a.m. and you're still alive: ]x4

[: You wonder why: ]x7


But the sky is [: sublime,
You should really come out for a swim,
She said but I, might just play my guitar instead: ]x2

I Might just play my guitar instead,
You realize that its 4 a.m. you start to cry