Oceans and Frogs

Psychologically it's me and even I know

This world in shambles is a miserable place we still hold on to

I beg her not to miss me, she just brushes it off with a nonchalant shrug

Place a damp towel under all the doors, inhale, and you fall asleep

There's no pain anymore

A bright Monday morning opening up in this finely kept room

The morning sun peeks through the windows and then by evening it's gone

The last time I see it set

By morning, too, yes I'll be long gone

Well I guess I just never quite figured it out

This complicated layout of runways across San Francisco to the Ross Ice Shelf

This is pretty straightforward, my parasitic thoughts and just like you

I'm trying to make it easier on myself and get out of the way of you

I'm being torn apart

I really have sincerely thought things through

Just take a look through the looking glass from my perspective, my point of view

All these syllables we try to fit in within 'x'-amount of years

I often sit and ponder and come to the conclusion that it's just not quite worth the wait

You pull up in that street one over and meander on in

Precisely what makes it all ache and bend, I hate to break it to you now

Oceans, rivers, and frogs, everything that can possibly go wrong

There's not much you can do to stop the flow

It's seems like you're doing just fine and that's all I need to know

And again, and again, and again

I need you so much closer

And again, and again, and again

I can see it in your eyes

And again, and again, once more, and again

I wish that you could see me now

And again, and again, and again

I feel so alive