blame the purple haze
she lies amid my bedsheets all day,
and i pray for her to stay
so we can lock this love away,
like a sunray for the winter season.
i love her for no particular reason.
blame the rays and purple haze.
with you my days feel dead and gone,
for they all end and start with fun,
and when you’re having fun, they say,
time tends to, time tends to wither away.
Luka.