maybe theres a shark in the water
this land its so unconventional
i want to get off this island im done soaking in the sun
the trash rushes up to shore it always will but the air is filled with your unpredictibility
tough times good days there all the same
ive got you high in this slaughterhouse
im just looking at your sunset its what fills my anteroom
whats this about everyones full of secrets
a sigh of relief is all i need its got me on the brink of confusion
lately its all ive been used to
thank you i cant bear being insane