I am but a shell of the man i once was so you put me to your ear and actually hear ocean
I was in then A better built body Of water with waves and fathomless where you could have deep-sea fishing for compliments and caught plentiful of reassuring comments
Now all you get is the
You fell for the bait and got hooked on you thought i was Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the Where we breath the same air it's done differently. And I'm to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your element Compromising I dabbled in watered-down thoughts Filtered in main-stream.
I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the quiet nature brain Scream from exposure to the types of that won't make you happier
They'll just give you a greater of emotions
And I can feel getting lured into deeper oceans of lands Where people think they're as safe as because they speak in bubbles.
A safe-haven Where you face Satan and his faith straightened. His new goal would be to dethrone and Neptunes place taken. They'd swash-buckled their pitchforks While Lucifer shit and rips of coral reefs For he'd be like "bitch, walk" From this oversize aquarium that kept cleanly To degrees suicide notes with invisible ink On And posting them to the glass boundaries Surround the of change.
Strangely enough, while back the reel (!!!!!!!!) I could intense resistence So I had no other but to cut the line. I'm not you're overly naive I just you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached.
for you I'm compassionate enough To throw what I catch If its And needs to grow; though I'm remorseful of the pain caused you.
And I to kiss your lips better.
I with the sorrow by Stroking the of my own traumatic experience with My tongue.
See I exactly what you mean when you say It to much to talk. been there. I don't on returning 'cause No matter how much of a distance I Or how long I waited for my wounds to re-open with the slightest flash-back
So I sued for mal-practice That a hack with a Rusty and stitched thread. Instead of seeing things They're pitch red and this glitch in my head That's got me thinking It
"There are more in the sea! Whether you me not, Or you to me. Whether you to me or me not!"
There are micro-organisms in my teardrop. But not I'd sink as low as to Make my pop.
And I now you only want to swim with members of your own league And need me Sending sonar notes or symbols. My voice is thrown far but ripples are only caused when you stones
But you shouldn't rocks If you in fragile fairytales.
This really alot to me... Ill treasure it..as a token.
No you won't... This is for the girl who me, the girl who cares about me for who i am, not what I look like! I just wanted you to know what be missing. You think I appreciate art, you think I don't understand fashion, you think I'm not hip, you think im pathetic, a nerd... a lard ass, a fatso. You think I'm shit, but you're wrong, im champagne, and your shit! Until the day you die, you, not me, will be shit!
See you put a shell to your ear It is not the sound of crashing waves hearing It's the amplified current of bloodstream
It was your self pulse created that False human of me. Your tireless heart Out An ocean of And I foolishly impossible shoes Resulting in my As I fell into the trap of a women my element
Now I can't get comfortable being out of you.