By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
you donât let me leave
so, I wait until you count your sheep
I want you to stay
awake but you are fast asleepÂ
well Iâm counting the days until you call back
youâre 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 Iâll hide
So, find me in the trees
sippinâ on moonbeams
donât forget the keys
in case I miscount your sheep
going crazy with pockets empty but weâd rather be no where else
