Waves of time, pull in even you
what a privilege it is to be the waters food
bodies jumping in and out in endless musical chairs
the moon is a reminder of everywhere else
I wanna be a dog in the dogpile
feels like we’re trying to rake the forests fallen leaves
it’ll solve itself if you don’t do anything
some emotions just arise and we look outside to make sense of them
(some emotions they just show up, they'll hold you hostage, that's not for nothing)
escape the treeline just for it to be our escape
