Staring at the ceiling, mind spinning as the fan hums
Walls chuckling, her man screaming in a tantrum
Grown little man, throw fists and furniture
Curling on the floor outside her door cold in the corridor
Begs the question of what he had to offer
Young lady just ripe enough to pluck up
Once awe struck, by his real(ly/i)mmature manners
Felt special when he swept her up and dropped her off
At her highschool curbside, jealousy of her glamour
At least what she imagined as they visibly stammered
Went from coffee shops, to parking lots
Snuck in clubs, still nothing rocked the spot
Quite like his seasoned silver tongue
Felt highs better then weed when it'd fill her lungs
Then came harder pills to swallow
Morning afters, started to feel altered
But she just wanted to live a little
Alice down the rabbit hole, everything a bit a riddle
Dime piece living on a dime turning quick to nickel
Sold a burning bridge fickle, but she felt a bit special
Drips to drizzles decomposed her sugar
Jealousy creeping, snickers from onlookers
This was her last fight, took her shit and walked
Left the little crevice, nevertheless lost

In the seething darkness of the sea
These turbulent waters they run deep
Washing in washing out
And so on...

Rummaged her purse for what little she had
Sitting on the sea wall reveling in her past
If her ticket home expired, if she was doomed to liars
The looming tired, thoughts of death a festering virus
Crooning her through her flightless flight
Tried to deny who she let inside her thighs
Feeling lifeless inside, a little girl's kite in the sky
Getting drowned by the rising tide
Watching fishes grow wings to purch on the buildings
Dreams with sharp teeth, curse by this worthless feeling
That the gold sinks deep and hubris retrieves it
What's hollow floats, moves through the seas crests
Creatures come and go, as truth, clues, and secrets
Watching the water flow, stirring the goodness and bleakness
Felt like she was type to jump, just how low?
Fall into the mouth of sea, devoured whole
Cleanse with salt all the sour notes
Who rejected and doubted, disrespected and ousted
Locked in a prison she was never let out of
Maybe she was living as that treasure in drowned depths
Become one with the sea, then in her lungs she could breathe
From beneath she could wander from the sea
To the little girl on the beach and give a hug
Tell her to believe that she'll see just never give up

In the seething darkness of the sea
These turbulent waters they run deep
Washing in washing out
And so on...