The Beach

"The Beach"

i see the sawdust

i see the blood

i cant figure out what it came out of.

i don't know if I'm whole,

if I'm blank..

or if I'm careless.

all i know is i want to watch the end of this.

ill be sitting near the ocean, until the day you come back,

and if i get lonely ill walk the train tracks.

these things, i know, you don't want to hear.

but to your face, i have a problem being clear.

its easier for me to write this all down.

i can feel the sand beneath my feet,

and i can feel the air underneath my hat.

you can find me on the beach, sitting and waiting,

until you come back.