I always feel
Like a sheep
On friday night
3 beers deep

When I was young
I always thought
When I'm an adult
I'll have my shot

To do the things
I always dreamed
Like classy ******
Star Wars themed

And ice cream breakfasts
All the time
With rock star friends
And no bedtime

And punching sharks
With the president
And drinking coke
In my own tent

But instead of living
The ultimate dream
I'm drinking with friends
Being way too mainstream

Hallway of moon beams
The valley of your ribs
Shadows under my depression
A journey of immortal growth
Climbing your vertebrae
I'm the silhouette on the trapeze into space
Drinking from your collarbone
Hollowed space in between hips
Tissues of your joints
Your curtains of skin that uncover letting me in
Settled in your lungs is seaweed
As you waited long in the bottom of the sea