Malanee Grant - AP Lit - Frank Ocean - White lyrics

Could this be Earth? Could this be light? Does this mean everything is going to be alright? When I look out my window there's trees talking like people I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound I dreamt of gravity, keeping us around I slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent What is this love? I don't feel the same Don't believe what this is, could be given a name I woke, you were there, tracing planets on my forehead But I'll forget 23 like I forgot 17 And I forget my first love, like you forget a daydream And what of all my wild friends, and the times I've had with them We'll all fade to grey soon, on the TV station