When I think of you, I think of choking on the sand while trying to devour the sea in whole into my belly. When I think of you all I can feel is sadness for your mistakes. Your head is vacant but yet it carries all this weight. Your mouth opens wide to say things you have no right to say. Your body is driftwood, floating all over the place.
When I think of you I feel like throwing up the sand within my belly. The particles of time that I will never get back, the tiny rocks represent seconds of minutes, of hours of days I cannot get back.
Your mouth opens wide to speak but all that comes is echoes of insecurity you try to play out like nothing. You stand there, arms out like some kind of sacrifice.
The particles of time I will not get back. Tiny little rocks we call sand present seconds of minutes, hours of days I could never get back. Your head is vacant ready to bring on the weight, your heart is only half full, half empty with nothing to beat for.
When I think of you I feel like throwing up the sand within my belly. The particles of time that I will never get back, the tiny rocks represent seconds of minutes, of hours of days I cannot get back.
Your mouth opens wide to speak but all that comes is echoes of insecurity you try to play out like nothing. You stand there, arms out like some kind of sacrifice.
The particles of time I will not get back. Tiny little rocks we call sand present seconds of minutes, hours of days I could never get back. Your head is vacant ready to bring on the weight, your heart is only half full, half empty with nothing to beat for.
