He's scared of drowning in my eyes.
Because beneath their harmless
watery surface
I think he knows what he'll find.
Let us say,
they are like the sea,
ever so still on the surface
seemingly captivating and
wonderous to everyone excluding me.
Soon enough, the wear & tear
begins to show
But oh baby, only God really knows
That,
The darker it gets
The deeper you go
There are things that come to life
though my mind is dead & cold.
No one can seem to ever reach
Not a single successor yet
The bottom of the ocean inside my head.