Swim This

Face it,
I’m not probably gonna grow much,
basic,
got caught up in the glowing ocean,
I won’t go far,
you talk too loud,
let me browse
where you are.
Aground,
the sky’s our mouth,
spit us out,
spinning out,
mount the
waves, we’re going down here,
pull up a little bit,
a final phase,
it’s slowing down,
I’ll stay.
They said
Call when hell had frozen over,
a facelift,
I’m on top of achieving closure,
so go now,
this won’t last,
I mean, it’s glass,
score it up!
And wow,
you talk too fast,
leaning out
and screaming ‘watch out, the
waves!’, we’re going down here,
pull up a little bit,
a final phase,
it’s slowing down, I’m
reconsidering each word I say,
I’m floating down it,
grow up a little bit and swim this way,
it’s going south,
I’ll break.
Just let me once be right,
maybe I’ll know this time…
how’d I know you might
let me be wrong in spite?
Just leave me once without,
I can go up and down,
play along and try,
you wouldn’t know what it’s like, the
waves.