By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
you donāt let me leave
so, I wait until you count your sheep
I want you to stay
awake but you are fast asleepĀ
well Iām counting the days until you call back
youāre waiting for me to cut you some slack
going skating on jet black tarmac
will you ride with me?
Oh, when I go outside
I know where Iāll hide
So, find me in the trees
sippinā on moonbeams
donāt forget the keys
in case I miscount your sheep
going crazy with pockets empty but weād rather be no where else
