every bad man thinks that he can love her better
and every good man thinks that he can love her more
but the truth of it is
that her love is a fizz
just a foam that retracts from the shore
see, she never was too real to any
something like the wind, with a little more weight
just some womanesque vapor to many
'til the tides of the times called her fate
she wasn't as light as the ocean breeze
but she wasn't as real as the wave
I wish I'd evaded her motion, her tease
but fell down for her hard, I bowed down like a slave
then as soon as that femme and foamy omen
had tickled my senses so gentle
all the strength of a man that I had she took with
back to sea, to the stop of some transcontinental
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
every bad man thinks that he can love her better
and every good man thinks that he can love her more
but the truth of it is
that her love is a fizz
just a foam that retracts from the shore
see, she never was too real to any
something like the wind, with a little more weight
just some womanesque vapor to many
'til the tides of the times called her fate
she wasn't as light as the ocean breeze
but she wasn't as real as the wave
I wish I'd evaded her motion, her tease
but fell down for her hard, I bowed down like a slave
then as soon as that femme and foamy omen
had tickled my senses so gentle
all the strength of a man that I had she took with
back to sea, to the stop of some transcontinental
