day 16: i can do it too, mitski (maybe)

You’re a light of mine
You’re a power
You’re the only savior of my soul
You’re grace embodied in the air
The purest form of beautiful

When I’m laid flat, my only comfort
is to hear you
When I wonder at your complexities,
I never fear you
You are euphoria when I need it
Measured when I think I don’t,
but I always do
You’ve aged like almost nothing else
and you never ask, you just are, but no one could refuse you.

You’re the evening sun in the perfumed garden
The purple air of falling night
And the layered campfire rays of a good morning
You’re a light of mine