I didn't mean to distract you, upon first interaction with you, I saw the sun lights refraction shining upon human polka dots
I have a thought that I won't say,
Ill write you In the plot of a book, that takes place far far away
Most times I speak with haste, life is no computer, but I can still copy and paste, my thoughts in a manner that properly compiles grace, and with some glue, you trapped your hands upon plastic keys, and played for me, a melody, and said I've been waiting my whole life to do this, I am alone and I am free, and I will stay that way for a while, so don't look at me with smile, and as quickly as it was created my memory can be cut and pasted into a file you keep beneath your bed,
The cold is coming, and I hope you wear hats upon your head and scarves upon your neck, for I hope you realize I am a sled, I don't stop until I reach the bottom, of a barrel filled with luck I live my off of,

Interjection Interjection
Guide me about this rounded intersection
You know the right direction
A hard working Mexican,
Living the dream, spending the suns life in scalding heat, yet he doesn't scream for he is simply living the dream, finally able to afford fancy American ice cream,
An expensive television sits upon his wall, maybe it'll get more use in the fall, but he works the suns whole life so he can watch as he falls asleep,
He awakes the next day, and he knows it will be the same. But he still does not scream, for its finally Friday,

Your legs stick out from my side as you sing from the corner,
A challis to your lips, contracting flesh from your hips, you drink and I know you think more then most so a quick glance is all ill shoot you
I wonder if the house dj knows your favorite songs, you've both been regulars for quite Long, he plays requests for the crowd but you've still grown quite close, and he plays your special requests the most, but it's almost like you sing to me, I've
Seen some of the back wall, and you've seen me stumble and almost fall, but I caught myself staring at your angles, and I just can't make sense of them, I Am no Albert Einstein, and I hate the recognition of time, so I party all the time, and I forget about what time it is and the dj plays his favorite songs

A Blast from the past,
I am wind ripping sail from mast,
But I am your friend am I not ?
I send a breeze upon your face and through your hair,
A maiden, golden braided and fair
I am wind letting leaves see the world
Through your home I swirled,
Unnesting owls from there home whirled

There's a science to sin,
It's the water we swim in
You can bump a strangers shoulder on purpose,glued to a fancy new purchase , and you let loose your lips to a foreign tongue
There's blood in the wAter
You, yourself are weak, and prime for slaughter
Praying for shallow water,
But there's a great white, and he's looking to pick a fight,
A gnash to your leg, as lucky as blindly finding a hole with a peg
But you know the risk
Tsk tsk tsk, where was your head?
We drink wine, and we break bread
You can scream and shout if you want to, but you can't out swim your fate, if that's what was decided for you, the result of someone greaters debate,
Pondering and pondering, you notice your mind wandering and wondering,
And soon your grip, keeps slipping and slipping, upon the sunlight to which your eyes focus,
Blacker and blacker it gets, and redder and redder the water gets, as your pulled into its dark depths

The floor tells me your awake,
Dreams from your hair you shake,
And you steal my thoughts,I kinda think I want some back, cause you are a curve, that does not crack
You are bamboo, so don't ******* move, your foreign to these shores
You weren't advertised well, and you can't be bought from any stores, like most girls these days,

Should I let you Down on purpose ?
Keep my life boat far from your shores, or be the gentle waves upon your feet
As I know all too well the sound of slamming doors, and how they keep me from sleep,
Which is good cuz lately my dreams are getting way to deep,
To even attempt to swim,
Every night it seems, you seem to star in them
And like it or not , your the reoccurring kind, so i keep my tongue in check, and all my hands below the deck, as to not make you shift into some kind of terrible night mare