Helicopters fly above my head like hummingbirds. "Love thou neighbor," I think that's what you said. At least that's what I heard. . I've got Jesus breathing down my neck.
We never dropped the anchor. We only held it off the side. While you prayed our ship was coming. I knew the wind already died. Sometimes the undertow feels like the tide.
I'm stressed out, I'm punctured. This is how it feels when you lose a war. You got a death wish, you got a Bible. And a lie that makes you beg for more.
I don't know what's haunting me or where I'll be tomorrow. Who is running these machines with manufactured sorrow. I'll dig the grave, I'll fan the flames that burn inside of me.
We never dropped the anchor. We only held it off the side. While you prayed our ship was coming. I knew the wind already died. Sometimes the undertow feels like the tide.
There he lies all curled up in a pool of blood. I look down at what is left of jealous love. You should have seen this coming when you chose him over me.