maybe someday, we'll all wake up,



and this whole little thing called love will just be a long-forgotten dream,

and all those stars up there are just helicopters,
and all the clouds will be smoke,
and the soda is piss,
and the compass will always be in the direction of our nightmares-


maybe we'll try to tame the sea with the fire I pretend to see in your eyes,






but i'm sorry i forgot i put that out so many years ago-

so we'll wait for the tide to take us away,
and we'll drown with happiness in our hearts,

hands clutched together,
praying to a god we don't believe in,
but we wish we did.