Well somehow you managed
To slip yourself into my seventh pocket
Between my stubbly cheek bones and nose
Well it's cozy in there
So you don't have to worry about
The freezing rain that climbs onto your tiny frame
Well Jellyfish
What can I do
I played the fifth now I'm singing to you
I never meant to do you harm or see you washed up on shore
I only meant to take your arm and show you things I adore
Well you push
I'll shove
Until we both discuss on how we're
Melting into one another's face
Well you tremble
I'll shake
Until we both collapse into a stare, a sweat, a safe place to call home
And all of those mean words
I didn't mean at all
It's the bitter taste, the familiar smell of alcohol
You're a Joan of Arc, you're a top shelf savior at a bar
I'm a goofy whale, I'm a ticket that doesn't sell
I don't sell