My Plutonian lady, Pretty like a girl Gentle like a king Wise beyond our years With a gift for destruction Tireless daydreamer, are you sure you are where you belong? You hate yourself because sunflower fields don’t grow in in ocean trenches But who told you it’s your fault? It’s taking the sparkle away from your eyes Exhausting yourself with useless pride and digging deeper than you can handle How am I supposed to act when you always beg to be saved from the hell you make? Chains mistaken for roots Desire mistaken for hell But now I see why vanishing into the dark was our only option I wonder if you still remember how sunlight feels like And if I’m being honest, it doesn’t light up my day like you do And yes, my world still goes round Given my mind’s been spiraling out of control ever since God help me make a song out of this mess And hopefully one day I’ll sing it to you So here I stand with my white flag on our favorite hangout spot, hoping the weather is nice on the day I welcome you back home Where you’re meant to shine And set the world free