Mugwort

Everyday i try to fill up empty cups
It's demanding, it's so fucked up
I don't even wanna know about the fundamentals
Of how it goes
I got the cosmos, up above and the
Soil beneath me
With love on repeat, it's you and me
Everyone knows better
That the sun really doesn't go

What is this?
Could this be
It seems so parallel
Perhaps in your frequency
After the tunnel
Everyone would know
That the sun really doesn't go

I'll hold it like the feeling you get when
When you dig your feet into the sand
I would let it take you away, while
While we hallucinate
While we dream
Everyone would know
That the sun really doesn't go
Everyday i try to fill up empty cups
It's demanding, it's so fucked up