I guess you took a little more than your tentacles could hold.
So you sunk, I pinned you down on the ocean floor.
But you escaped, you let the current take you away.
The sand is the past, you took one last look and buried us.
Am I the only one or am I just one of many?
Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering.
Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you’ve always been.
But I’m sure you’re swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you’ve done.
On the horizon there’s a boat fighting tide/ All rust stained and pale blue/ It’s nearing the end of it’s life/ But somehow it keeps floating all banged up, but alive/ And I guess I feel better then/ I won’t lay down and die.
My pets are weird.