Being as an ocean blue I don't think
I can get used to you
Your eyes live behind mine
So you see through a dim reality
You're a ghost from my fingertips
You are no one I miss
And I have another path to take
Away from the bitter memories
Where nothing was real and nothing was fake
Because I could not be with them,
Or you,
Unless I was bound by a false grace
Like the butterfly eyelashes on my
Plastic face,
I was a perfect mess
With your flower petals painted
On my cheeks, it made me
Hate your ego with my violet bruises
And I find that you still make me sick
Well I'll keep making the same excuses, the one he always uses
And I'll find comfort knowing you must hate me too
I know you would find the X where we
Marked a spot, where you said I was
Out of my head
And I could throw the words right back at you until they cut
Straight through and I realize
How much I despise all of you
And everything you do
So being as an ocean blue
I don't think I ever got used to you
Even before all this time
When I thought I knew
Every part of you
I never got used to your polite waves
That could brew up a new storm
And we could fall out like never before
I don't believe I knew the ocean well
Each depth was darker than it seemed, and I cannot swim through
You and your ocean blue