#tyler's

JUST LIKE YESTERDAY:

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake,

And the trees they await and clouds anticipate,

The start of a day when we put on our face,

A mask that portrays that we don't need grace,

And the meaning and weight of the day is lost without a trace,

On the eve of a day that is bigger than us,

But we open our eyes only because we're told that we must,

And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead,

Desperately yelling out there's something else in this world we need,

And it happens to be free

ODE TO SLEEP:

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake,

And the trees they await and clouds anticipate,

The start of a day when we put on our face,

A mask that portrays that we don't need grace,

On the eve of a day that is bigger than us,

But we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must,

And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead,

Desperately yelling there's something we need,