my mom let me take
a free boxing lesson
but why would I keep fighting
when your heart is like
the post office and Chick-fil-A
on Sundays
we spin out of view every evening
it sets and it will rise again
we do not say goodbye to the sun
some cultures worship it as a god
it will remain when we are gone
we do not say goodbye to the sun
no other star shines so gently
no other love can be so giving
we do not say goodbye to the sun
we say goodbye to our fathers
we say goodbye to our mothers
we do not say goodbye to the sun