You howled to the pearl in twilight
Shimmering Luna with your false hopes
She said, “give in to my sobering sky,
lie in the white, pass away,
You’re a quarter life crisis anyway.”
Do you really want to sleep?
Stay sleepless with me
You’re a quarter life crisis anyway
I’ll stay awake with you
Let the resurrection begin
We’re doomed to end either way
You’re just a quarter life crisis anyway
