He saw mist on the coast
Sat and thought what he had missed the most
Was it innocence
A heart, whole,
Or maybe both
Self destructive
Lover of pain
Turning your back
A silent refrain
You always listen
I lessen
They changed the names
In the stories
Why do they all look the same
When they came
To speak truly
It didn't rain, it didn't rain, it didn't rain
Burn the forests and the plains
Every year coincidences become less strange
Am I more animal, vegetable, or completely ******* mental
Does getting swept by the wave have some potential
I saw her on the tracks taking long strides
I was scared but not surprised, but later washed my eyes
With concrete