The fact that you think you can
speak to me the way you do
bleeds me to believe that you
never stepped out of the
skin you live within, but when
and if this day occurs
your tongue the taste will imitate
a battery the anti-equilibrius
your stomach becomes the floor
the look on your face was priceless
A light goes on upstairs
the attic ablaze
this island isnt big enough
for both of us who will swim
in ell infested oceans
kiss the sand goodbye because
the tide is coming up and in
ya water water water everywhere
and every chance to sink
its an amalgamation of the things
you arent the ways you wish you were
a split second perceiving of the way
you really look to everyone of them
i wish that you could get a glimpse
i wish that you could see because
the look on your face was priceless!
