Sunlight - Epicure

I want to be the sunlight, streaming through your window
First thing in the morning when you wake
I want to be the airplane that u hijack
And then ride into the ground 

I know im nothing much to speak of
Im broken in so many places
I don’t think even you can fix it

I don’t want to be your drugs I want to be your rehabilitation
I want to be the reason for you o wake
I want you to be the one holding my hand
When im closing my eyes…
For the last time

Im broken in so many places
I don’t even think you can fix it
And my hopes rest, where your pretty face is…
Here is my heart, be gentle when you breaking it.