I am nothing but a shell of the man i was so you could put me to ear and actually yester-year's ocean
I was in shape A better built body Of with infinite waves and depths 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 both struggling to win tug of war of the worlds Where we breath the same air just done differently. And I'm trying to figure out ways to comfortably survive outside your element intelligence I in watered-down thoughts that in from main-stream.
I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the most quiet brain Scream from exposure to the of things that won't Necessarily you happier
just give you a greater range of emotions
And I can feel myself getting lured into oceans of lands Where people they're as safe as cartoons Simply because they in bubbles.
A sanitized Where you face Satan and Have his straightened. His new goal would be to dethrone and Have Neptunes taken. They'd with their pitchforks Lucifer shit talks and rips Thoughts of coral For relief he'd be "bitch, walk" From this oversize aquarium that kept cleanly To degrees Writing suicide with invisible ink On And posting to the glass boundaries that Surround the of change.
Strangely enough, while bringing the reel (!!!!!!!!) I sense intense resistence So I had no other but to cut the line. I'm not saying you're overly I just you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached.
for you I'm compassionate enough To back what I catch If its And needs to grow; though I'm remorseful of the pain I've you.
And I want to your lips better.
I with the sorrow by the scar of my own traumatic experience with My tongue.
See I know what you mean when you say It to much to talk. I've there. I plan on returning 'cause No matter how much of a distance I Or how I waited for my wounds to heal They'd with the slightest flash-back
So I sued for mal-practice That bastard's a hack a Rusty and stitched thread. Instead of seeing clearly They're pitch red and there's this 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 imagine now you only want to swim with of your own league And don't me Sending signals High-pitched or symbols. My voice is thrown far but are only caused when you cast stones
But you shouldn't rocks If you live in fairytales.
This really alot to me... Ill always it..as a token.
No you won't... This is for the girl who loves me, the who cares about me for who i am, not what I look like! I just wanted you to what you'd be missing. You think I don't appreciate art, you think I understand fashion, you think I'm not hip, you think im pathetic, a nerd... a lard ass, a fatso. You I'm shit, but you're wrong, ''cause im champagne, and your shit! the day you die, you, not me, will always be shit!
See when you put a to your ear It is not the sound of crashing waves you're It's the amplified current of bloodstream
It was your self pulse that created human illusion of me. Your tireless pumping Out An ocean of And I foolishly Filling impossible Resulting in my As I fell into the trap of making a my element
Now I just can't get comfortable out of you.