i look down on these people as if they were me
never looking for a helping hand, because everyone's
out stretch long, i'll stand in the middle trying not to be
scene. my hand on my chin pondering in though with my eyes
heavy in silence, and still I don't stop to stick my pierced tough out
to all the drunken owls. because i'm a fish looking for open minds, and
not afraid to run into any cool cats that are able to boil the warm water i swim
in. because at any time I can take flight, and be a frozen angle in time; who can
rom around and fix broken ships, that keep crashing. so smiles can lead to kisses
were one enemy can poke another, and friend ships  become seed. that can open hearts
like locks, you just need the key, and if you can paint her an ocean as deep as her soul she
just might give you that key. and thats when you tell her the truth, hold her hands and stand
tall with conviction. but you can't...your heart aches, and you grasp it tight like a butterfly was
caged inside. and, and you stared at me, crossed your legs, and i dropped the anchor. I didn't know
what to say, i mean after all it wasn't me...