floating the mediterranean, i dream into oblivion
i’ll call you baby and you’ll call me salvation
hovering heaven and the hidden venom
your presence is the essence of the great depression
you kill with eyes and your crimes are disguised
but i take the children’s ritalin and hide from your seduction
i beg and i plead for someone to compress my aggression
for someone to give me life with their eyes because i’ve tried and i’ve died, but i rise and i try and it’s deep and intertwined
i might chastise, but i get by – i roll snake eyes and live by surprise
too wise to become defeated by a guy with no outlook on life
while your life is comprised by cries and oversized lies
i can die – i love to die just like i lust for blue skies on hot summer days
the ways and the haze and the way you daze
i get lost and enthralled and crawl to your beck and call
they’re appalled by how revolved my warmth conforms
how i live in a self-inflected storm of the absolute worst
but i float and hope one day my vision will deter
that the liquor i call oblivion will lessen and his essence will disintegrate
that the hands that i thought held my fate will let me see straight
when there’ll be no weight and the wait was just a state of emotional self-hate
but more importantly, the day i’ll dance to the tune of chance and how i’ll no longer hold the hand of some old broken down romance