Plygrnd

Though they often gleam
They remain stagnant in fluorescent light
I wanna hide between her knees
Squeezing cheeks through lines of teeth
You feel me?
I hear it everytime I
Grip or mumble or sneeze or chew
Do you hear me?
I'm not here to play
This is my playground
You wanna come up in here
You gotta come play with me

So, so sick of in
Sticking in
Sticking to my guns
So sick of in
Sick up in
Sick up in the lungs, done
To the Sun
To the Sun
Hands, hands up to the Sun

There will be no rest
While my chest is banging
Tell me, tell me, can you feel that
There will be no rest
While my chest is banging
Banging on my chest
Chest
Chest