suffering to be my muse
falling down when there’s so much to do
I’m happy with your ocean view
It’s ok to watch but not to do
long to bathe
long to bathe
but crave the sweet upon your skin

paper mache darts won’t pierce the skin you say
bruises they’ll go away
and I’ll get over you

appreciate my biased view
let your incense burn and fill the room
all over me now it’s on you
spread the honey now it’s possible
leave it all
reach for more
but crave the dirt between your toes

and if I was the tide then, you would be the monn
the ace that I was hiding - I would give to you
I know you would rewrite it - given half the chance
but none of these things matter on a good day