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Every grain of sand
Is perfection in my hand
Every wave in constant motion
In that endless noble ocean
Knee-deep in frothy foam
I am here, I am home
The sea will never grow old
The sea will never wither and mold
I belong to this shore,
My every limb, my every pore
I whisper to the nautic air
And it carries my every prayer
In this beauty so majestic and vast
I am no longer me, that lonely outcast.
A salty smell,
A flawless shell,
It all puts me a misty trance
So I stretch out my arms and begin to dance
Pass me the gin
Lift up your chin
Forget the family, forget the adderall
No matter what I will never be small

The lush life
is nothing but a vain and vapid vortex,
a flimsy, futile fairytale
a cocoon of careless confidence that I eventually found not to be the key of the golden cave but instead an empty carcass we carry without courage.
I'm stuck in this spinning spiral that ***** us in without a sound, this swaying so strong it makes us sweat
So to avoid the sting of sensitivity we seek the salvation of soothing sedatives...to escape the lasting lies of the lush life.