Hand in the water till it stings
Is it a feat to feel something?
Ordinarily I'd need more to drink
Or else I wont say a goddamn thing
Making light of an age old mystery
How the hell did we walk into a dream?
Accidentally inconsistent
Me uncharacteristically misremembering
Your face
In the car
On the way
To the west coast
And I won't say exactly what I mean
It's antithetical to my very being
The words were written before we came to be
You know I won't say a goddamn thing
Does your heart ache when you think of it too deeply?
Do your hands shake upon remembering?
How it felt to be grounded suddenly
Could you tell that I'm good with being
Something alarming to
An outsider, surely
You have the power
To ruin me entirely
And I think that my friends
Have saved my moral soul
And I won't say a word
But I'll write it all down