Celestia wakes up, I didn’t realize it was day but
She doesn’t notice yet that I stayed up
Apply another coat of makeup
Riding passenger while she keeps askin how the day was
Don’t talk much, open up the office doors
Keep the lights off, remind myself toI lock the drawers, awful bored
To most I’m a cynical type
But getting life backwards is just my principal vice
I always keep my hopes upon invisible lights
Of stars even when they’re barred behind a pitiful sky
Typical crimes, what the students sent to me for
Hear them talk at lunch about the meetings, how I seem bored
Only slapping wrists and crappy kids think that I talk weird
Don’t think that I even changed my office since I got here
They don’t know I never left, better yet I never will
Really I’m forever blest to lay here and then settle still

This another fucking Luna song
Got a lot of people on me tryna do me wrong
And I’m not the type they would try to make music with
Pupils flinching at my eyes gaze like I’m a lunatic
I only feel myself uif ipm under of the moon
Motherly croon when I smoke a blunt and commune
Got overshadowed til it was too late to guard behind
I got old and callow nightluy praying the stars aligned

Miss days when I was the age to play Princess
Bake biscuits or look at boys looks and rate interest
Back when we believed that she and I were equals
And the lies and evils would still have time for sequels
Mind is feeble… waking up when the buses leave
Hit the drawer, confiscated stuff is going up my sleeve
Hit the floor, soon we’re parking back at the apartment
Where Celly’s got a lot of papers laid out on the carpet
Step over them, back to my room, and take a catnap
And forget about the students and backpacks and hashtags
It’s only asleep that I’m whole, because there’s something
Like a beat in my soul I have to keep on a roll
Or weaken my hold upon my sin dread - I want to
Tell her I care but I wake up and she’s already in bed
Full moon out, pick a good bag dime-sized.
Go out on the balcony and roll one. Time flies.

This another fucking Luna song
Got a lot of people on me tryna do me wrong
And I’m not a woman they would try to make music with
Pupils flinching at my gaze cus I’m a lunatic
I only feel myself standing under the moon
Motherly croon when I smoke a blunt and commune
Got overshadowed til it was too late to guard behind
Now I’m old and callow simply wishing the stars aligned.