I am nothing but a of the man i once was so you could put me to ear and hear yester-year's ocean
I was in shape A much built body Of water with waves and fathomless where you could gone deep-sea fishing for compliments and caught plentiful schools of comments
Now all you get is the
You fell for the bait and got on what you thought i was Now we're struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds Where we the same air it's just done differently. And I'm trying to figure out to have comfortably survive outside your element intelligence I dabbled in watered-down thoughts in from main-stream.
I'm offering mind-altering that make the most quiet nature brain Scream exposure to the types of things that won't Necessarily you happier
They'll just give you a greater of emotions
And I can feel myself lured into deeper oceans of Fantasy Where people think as safe as cartoons Simply because they in bubbles.
A safe-haven Where you could Satan and his faith straightened. His new would be to dethrone Poseidon and Have place taken. They'd swash-buckled their pitchforks While Lucifer shit talks and of coral reefs For relief be like "bitch, walk" From this oversize aquarium that daddy kept To degrees Writing suicide notes with ink On And posting them to the boundaries that the seas of change.
Strangely enough, while bringing back the (!!!!!!!!) I could sense resistence So I had no other but to cut the line. I'm not saying you're overly I just think you get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached.
Fortunate for you I'm compassionate To back what I catch If its And needs time to though I'm remorseful of the pain caused you.
And I want to kiss lips better.
I sympathise the sorrow by Stroking the of my own traumatic experience with My tongue.
See I exactly what you mean when you say It hurts to 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 They'd re-open with the slightest
So I time for mal-practice That bastard's a hack a scalpel and Barbed-wire thread. Instead of things clearly They're pitch red and there's this glitch in my That's got me thinking It
"There are more in the sea! you hear me not, Or you to me. Whether you to me or me not!"
There are micro-organisms in my teardrop. But not I'd never as low as to my ears pop.
And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of own league And need me Sending sonar notes or symbols. My voice is thrown far but ripples are only caused when you cast
But you shouldn't rocks If you live in fairytales.
really means alot to me... Ill treasure it..as a token.
No you won't... This is for the who loves me, the girl who cares about me for who i am, not what I look like! I just wanted you to know you'd be missing. You think I don't appreciate art, you think I don't understand fashion, you think I'm not hip, you im pathetic, a nerd... a lard ass, a fatso. You think I'm shit, but wrong, ''cause im champagne, and your shit! the day you die, you, not me, will always be shit!
See you put a shell to your ear It is not the sound of waves you're hearing It's the current of your bloodstream
It was self pulse that created that False human of me. Your tireless pumping Out An ocean of And I tried impossible shoes Resulting in my As I fell into the trap of making a women my
Now I just can't get being out of you.