waiting for the warmth just waiting for the sun staring at the shoreline of the Chukchi Sea waiting for the boat only burning for the ocean the look in my eye says you'll never know the real me. we're well learned in throwing each other away. ignoring the flaws that puzzle and suffocate us like parquet. holding tight for change like salmon struggling up the bay. i cling to the walls of life as you pour in the bleach. hearing the innocent scream as the leaders take the lead. a spinning globe with vomit and trees, water and lovely things. suspended free in a black nothingness until the day that HE sings. the knife in both our hands says we're both control fiends. the blood in the river is fuel and tiny medicine for the machine. i can't trust you and you can't trust me and life's a fucked up mess. |