Capricorn - Braid

Be little

For now

Your time will come before

The earth rotates winter

Capricorn

He said

I feel like this licorice

And she sticks so well

Oh well

I’m not in your stars

But it’s still early

You lie because you’re in the bed

Be little

For now

Your time will come before

The flat earth december

Remember

She said

He’s so hard to hear

So will i outgrow

Well if he says so

You can’t look at the sky

Without looking right through it

I’m not in your stars