You must make a decision,
but you are suffocating
and time is running thin.
It's as if you are an astronaut:
one hundred feet away from your shuttle,
and the oxygen tank on your back
is empty.
It's like you are a captain:
pulled under the abysmal blue water
as your ship of the line is submerged
and your legs are tangled in the sails.
But really,
you are a young boy sitting a park bench
next to the girl from the schoolyard
with whom you fell madly in love.
The decision you must make:
Are you going to kiss her?
Reach the shuttle with mere seconds to spare.
Free yourself from the ******* of a sinking ship.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
You must make a decision,
but you are suffocating
and time is running thin.
It's as if you are an astronaut:
one hundred feet away from your shuttle,
and the oxygen tank on your back
is empty.
It's like you are a captain:
pulled under the abysmal blue water
as your ship of the line is submerged
and your legs are tangled in the sails.
But really,
you are a young boy sitting a park bench
next to the girl from the schoolyard
with whom you fell madly in love.
The decision you must make:
Are you going to kiss her?
Reach the shuttle with mere seconds to spare.
Free yourself from the ******* of a sinking ship.
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