Born on the winter solstice, that’s the shortest day

Born too early in some kinda way

Dawn of the crab, tides with the crescent moon

Feeling like it sorta shoulda ended soon

But I’m just feeling some kinda way

It’s all Ry No mouth, body and mind

Trees don’t sway, they move with us

Moon dont stay, it spin with us

Don’t holiday, train with us

It’s just the words or the sounds you find

Don't be nice, but dont be unkind

Float on, and don’t rewind

Born on the winter solstice, that's the shortest day

Born too early in some kind of way

Dawn of the crab, tides with the cresecent moon

Feeling like it sorta shoulda ended soon

Lookin' through the mirror

Senses deplete

Writing rhymes, then hitting delete

Throwing what i got left at the screen

The screen blue no it’s an infinite amount of hues

It’s all I got left, words mean less, I’m meaning less

I’m meaningless