We almsot sound like lovers
and I think they are jealous of us.
This time I am waiting on a bridge,
I want to test my wings
or go swimming with all the little fishies,
Whatever God might allow.
You don't want me to place my faith in the heavens?
Well, then how about hell?
You're choked up because we both know the answer,
and we can't look into eachother's eyes
without seeing the misery reflected there.
Now I am in the water
I want to see how long I can hold my breath
and if the water will drown before me,
whatever my heart might allow.
You don't want me to fall in love?
You rather I be a wretched, tormented cur?
You're choking because you can't swallow your guilt
like I quickly swallow this water
no longer trying to create a shimmer on the surface.
I will be food
I will be food
but I'm used to it;
you've fed off my misery all of these years.
The little fishies will have a feast
and my eyes will forever gaze at your eyes
blue
all around.
They are jealous because we sound like lovers,
but I think we are eachother's murders-
a little more intamite
in our actions.
I want to see your eyes
forever,
so I think I might go for a swim.
