It must be maddening
to float around in the sea
Which is probably why
whales go up on the beach

Blue is the void
That rests bellow
And blue is the sky
That floats up high
It's a miracle all whales don't suicide

A nice warm beach
Bounces energies of fun
And is attractive whales
Who I can't say arn't dumb

A curious difference
Draws them near
They have only seen blue
For the past ten years

But the beach is to whale
As a siren is to me
Because whales can't live
When they go up on the beach

Luckily I'm human
So when I feel the need
I can travel to lots of places
To see what I can see

You flash me that smirk I know way too well.
One that I have tried to shield myself from but have failed miserably.

I thought avoiding you was moving on.
I thought being with someone else was moving on.

But when you walked back into my life and decided to tell me you miss me, I was reeled back in.

Your voice, your laugh, the colour of your eyes, the prominent shape of your jawline; they were all my thoughts could circle.
Everything I thought I had forgotten about you came in and drowned me, reminding me of all the suppressed feelings I tried not to show.

You were my temptations.
And a hug turned into begging for a kiss.
And begging for a kiss turned into explaining I had a boyfriend.
And explaining I had a boyfriend turned into wondering, if it really came down to it, who would I choose?

But then my brain starts to kick in and tell me no.
It tells me what could have been.
What should have been.
What wouldn't have been.

It is the sole the drives the belly of man.
It hungers to be nourished,
It churns at the inability to give lay to the vision,
It fills with the gloriousness of life,
It dances to the rhythms of love,
It beats at the taste of temptation.
It rests with the Lions of fate,
It discovers the intrigue of knowledge,
And surrenders to the arms of wisdom.

Leave it to Satan
to fill your thoughts with lies,
or leave it to God to tell you the truth
and he will never say goodbye.

Leave it to Satan
to say your not enough,
or leave it to God to say
to never give up.

Leave it to Satan
to tell you that your emotions
will cause you to die
and believes that it's alright.
Or...

Leave it to God
because he hears your cries
when you couldn't sleep at night.
He's a hero and a good friend,
therefore his love will never end.

You are the rain falling from the sky,
Serenading yourself off the shingled roof.
Though I have shelter, walls and a ceiling,
You trickle your way through the cracks.

An empty room gathers dust;
Snow collects in corners of windows;
And my resistance to you
Suffers from your irresistibility.

Sweet as sin, as
Sensual as--
Sunday's in a foreign movie

Naughty nectar,
Tangy taste
I wanna reach first base

Come on over, honey baby
Lay with me like yesterday's blues
I'll forget to remember you if
You remember to forget me not

It is a bittersweet world, *after all

I sat down for a drink
With the catalyst of my suffering
Remembering the ages
And the eons in between

This time roles reversed
Power which eluded me
In the niavity of youth
Returned to  its proper mantle

But I know all too well
This dance with the devil
So I've resisted this temptation
To crash and burn

I love spoilers
They make me curious about things I shouldn’t be
And that’s what drives me

I love spoilers
They make me do things that I shouldn’t be
And that’s what ruins me