These baby blues are drowning. Amongst the salt of my sorrow. These baby blues were made for you. And you for them. Don't be afraid of what you know you want.
I seem to have severed everything. From ties to knots I've bound. No matter how articulated. Words could not have reached salvation. So cast me to this lonely island.
I'll pray for such heavy downpours. The pacific's eyes will turn green. The angels above, will not be able to ignore this plea. And wouldn't let up, and mountains would become hills.
I'll classify every word out of your lips. As a lie until you're lying. Beneath the dirt and the soil. Hailed as the king of deceivers and cheats. . You've got a lot to learn.
Splintered soles and cracked rungs. Soaking flames and black lungs. Climbing only brings me closer to drowning. Effort only speeds burning embers to rain down.
Our eyes spend more time. As one than we do. All I know is the day. All I see is the light. . So please just feed me ether. And breathe your fire down my throat.