you think I'm crazy, but it's only paradise for me now
I'd never wanted anything more than to just swim. I knew there was another world beneath the ocean, full of hope. Underneath all those salty waves, everything is serene. The fish talk about me sometimes, but they only say nice things.
I would have a grand home made of coral and I would be friends with all the sharks. We would chat in the afternoons about the meaning of life. They can't comprehend what I say, but I know they are nodding. I know they understand.
I'd dreamt of it every night, swimming in the sea. It's another world down there, with no money troubles, no friends who don't call back, no rising gas prices. I could make believe that everything is perfect, beneath all that water.
I had to get there somehow, to that utopia. I concocted a foolproof plan to escape from here: I gave myself gills--
--four long, deep slices on each side of my throat.
I would have a grand home made of coral and I would be friends with all the sharks. We would chat in the afternoons about the meaning of life. They can't comprehend what I say, but I know they are nodding. I know they understand.
I'd dreamt of it every night, swimming in the sea. It's another world down there, with no money troubles, no friends who don't call back, no rising gas prices. I could make believe that everything is perfect, beneath all that water.
I had to get there somehow, to that utopia. I concocted a foolproof plan to escape from here: I gave myself gills--
--four long, deep slices on each side of my throat.