come to
My saliva is vodka and you make my mouth
anything but dry
but boy, could you beat me raw
and be my desert's sun
boy you bleed me dry
I've never said no to you
although I can't say why
when I said I've had enough
I'm not your plaything
(unless we've talked about that
but this isn't the same thing)
we can't even communicate anymore
you left me like a shipless sea
I've been shifting, sleeping less and less
so many hours lost, you cost me my sanity
even when you're not around
you're not alone but you're not
telling me it's too hot to cuddle, either
my arms may have been empty those nights
but you occupied the same covers
then threw them off like lovers
who hadn't just overheated...
boy we made a hot room a sauna by accident
you sweat me until i am called ocean
i'm an ocean that doesn't know where he stands
i'm full of funky things like sea wasps and cucumbers
and butterflies in my depths
reaching for beams of sun because they wanna feel love
i stand and swell impressively but who...
wants to date the ocean?
sir, you bleed me dry, dry, drier than your mother's sense of humor
but please don't tell her i said that
because it's true and she'll purse her lips
stand akimbo
not that she's cool enough to know that that means
with hands on hips
and I've got boxes of jellyfish stinging my insides
warning signals that I could've picked up on
before finding out that hairy armpits offend
her delicate sensibility
Even my butterflies tried to warn me
your mother, I'm sorry lover, but she's crazy
it's something you need to learn first hand
like how to strike chords in bible bashers instead of
striking matches for bombs or curving fingers around triggers
or daughters
for your freedom, how far would you go
all the way and you'll be free for a day
they lied, and they
will continue to push through swarms of
pursed lipped offended overbearing parents and
teachers, managers and therapists
sure you're a bad seed in the face of society
push until they get to you and
you give in to the swell as it swallows you...
boy, you keep me high
yeah, boy, you bleed me dry
You've got eyes like hurricanes and arms
that run like the wind
a through and through bullet couldn't
hit me harder than your sharp-tongued knives
but who doesn't love a little satire
Murphy has always run our lives
straight into walls of prisons and beds with chains
let's talk about guarding doors or
being onstage
With bold looks like yours
I'm surprised any of your exes survived
because we know looks really do
kill time and kill the willing
and I've never said no to you
so take no mercy because I
will always love you more than any person
ever should
it may not be all hot air balloons and fireworks
but if we could ever make this work
solve the intricate puzzle
we've fucked it up ourselves
everyone needs repair and y'know
I don't even care if Sunday Bible Study is downstairs
next time I'm there and I need a cigarette
I'll jump out your window
but you know I'd do that for you, too...
Yes, I know the roof is steep, but so is
my chance with you
so if I can make it there
I'm sure I'll survive this little jump
I just have to figure out how to get back in
But, y'know, it ain't so bad a view from down here, either, love.
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(ddt tcs)
a/n: I have no idea... this isn't finished, of course. Well, maybe. I'm... boxes of jellyfish.
anything but dry
but boy, could you beat me raw
and be my desert's sun
boy you bleed me dry
I've never said no to you
although I can't say why
when I said I've had enough
I'm not your plaything
(unless we've talked about that
but this isn't the same thing)
we can't even communicate anymore
you left me like a shipless sea
I've been shifting, sleeping less and less
so many hours lost, you cost me my sanity
even when you're not around
you're not alone but you're not
telling me it's too hot to cuddle, either
my arms may have been empty those nights
but you occupied the same covers
then threw them off like lovers
who hadn't just overheated...
boy we made a hot room a sauna by accident
you sweat me until i am called ocean
i'm an ocean that doesn't know where he stands
i'm full of funky things like sea wasps and cucumbers
and butterflies in my depths
reaching for beams of sun because they wanna feel love
i stand and swell impressively but who...
wants to date the ocean?
sir, you bleed me dry, dry, drier than your mother's sense of humor
but please don't tell her i said that
because it's true and she'll purse her lips
stand akimbo
not that she's cool enough to know that that means
with hands on hips
and I've got boxes of jellyfish stinging my insides
warning signals that I could've picked up on
before finding out that hairy armpits offend
her delicate sensibility
Even my butterflies tried to warn me
your mother, I'm sorry lover, but she's crazy
it's something you need to learn first hand
like how to strike chords in bible bashers instead of
striking matches for bombs or curving fingers around triggers
or daughters
for your freedom, how far would you go
all the way and you'll be free for a day
they lied, and they
will continue to push through swarms of
pursed lipped offended overbearing parents and
teachers, managers and therapists
sure you're a bad seed in the face of society
push until they get to you and
you give in to the swell as it swallows you...
boy, you keep me high
yeah, boy, you bleed me dry
You've got eyes like hurricanes and arms
that run like the wind
a through and through bullet couldn't
hit me harder than your sharp-tongued knives
but who doesn't love a little satire
Murphy has always run our lives
straight into walls of prisons and beds with chains
let's talk about guarding doors or
being onstage
With bold looks like yours
I'm surprised any of your exes survived
because we know looks really do
kill time and kill the willing
and I've never said no to you
so take no mercy because I
will always love you more than any person
ever should
it may not be all hot air balloons and fireworks
but if we could ever make this work
solve the intricate puzzle
we've fucked it up ourselves
everyone needs repair and y'know
I don't even care if Sunday Bible Study is downstairs
next time I'm there and I need a cigarette
I'll jump out your window
but you know I'd do that for you, too...
Yes, I know the roof is steep, but so is
my chance with you
so if I can make it there
I'm sure I'll survive this little jump
I just have to figure out how to get back in
But, y'know, it ain't so bad a view from down here, either, love.
--------------
(ddt tcs)
a/n: I have no idea... this isn't finished, of course. Well, maybe. I'm... boxes of jellyfish.