The sunset

She was four when she smiled at the world

Too young to know how to treat her burns

The first story told made her feel exposed

It was the only way to oppose what it sold

Beautiful minds are the ones that get high

She thought she’d die but she’s still alive

Making it worth it always plays on her mind

Thank you so much for this beautiful life

Perfect doesn’t mean you’re always clean

Maybe it’s actually the ways you feel seen

The sunset you painted isn’t make believe

Someday they’ll see it on a cinema screen

You’ll never run out of time

To create the perfect design