I Can See MountainsMy Aquatic

These absent-minded thoughts written down on wooden paper
Have no place in relationships or the hats we tip to waitresses.
I swear to God I’m good-natured.

I swear you caught me staring.
The lighting was awful but the moment was perfect for me.
You’ve lost that lovely feeling,
The shine in your eyes that always found its way down to my knees.

I’m in the alley smoking rocks.
I’ll sell you anything you want.

I swear you caught me staring.
The lighting was awful but the moment was perfect for me.
You’ve lost that lovely feeling,
The shine in your eyes that always found its way down to my knees.

I felt the seasons changing.
The days felt shorter but they had more meaning to me.
I missed the boat on that one.
Consider me stranded, so I’ll sleep on the beach for a week.

I’m in the alley smoking rocks.
I’ll sell you anything you want.

All we see are leftover buds from the greener leaves.
The lack of a shadow confuses me.
I swear to God I’m good-natured.