Mermaid pick a voice that's more than nice Find someone who'll listen throughtout the night Maybe he'll drown your sorrows instead By the end of this story Maybe you won't be dead
I envy those who laugh easy, who cry easily, who love easy I've been so used to pushing my feelings down That they never quite reach the surface on time
I got high on his secondhand smoke Jealous of the cigarette between his lips Like a bull raging towards all his red flags In death, I wondered how his lips would taste
i get tired getting caught up in you fall asleep to replays of our conversations you push me around all tattered and blue and still I run back to infatuation