I tend to think highly of
Unconventional ways to leave
I put the stones in my pockets
And rocked myself to sleep
I kept the stones in my pockets
And waltzed on out to sea
But the stones made holes
And brusied my feet
Before I could wander
Out too deep
I'm in over this ocean in my head
But I've had holes in my pockets
Since I stole my first breath
So I stitched them up, I'm sinking now
But I mended them
Upside down
And I'm not strong enough
To not swim back to shore
But I've lived long enough
To think highly of
Unconventional ways to go
So I'm skipping all these stones
And going home
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
I tend to think highly of
Unconventional ways to leave
I put the stones in my pockets
And rocked myself to sleep
I kept the stones in my pockets
And waltzed on out to sea
But the stones made holes
And brusied my feet
Before I could wander
Out too deep
I'm in over this ocean in my head
But I've had holes in my pockets
Since I stole my first breath
So I stitched them up, I'm sinking now
But I mended them
Upside down
And I'm not strong enough
To not swim back to shore
But I've lived long enough
To think highly of
Unconventional ways to go
So I'm skipping all these stones
And going home
