when I'm put under,
I'm thrown up out of a centerfold
scorching the sky with wings of fire
but my eyes are
crystal
cold

so when I'm put under,
I'm beaten down through color hues
an inner battle between the part of me that
wants me
and the part of me that
still
wants
you


but when I'm this far under,
I drown
we're the same, the me that was
thrown up
and the me that was
beaten
down

I put myself under
and it puts me closer to you
entering your world of smoke clouds and
thoughts that are
supposed to skew

but all I think of is you.