I've put on a front before
But now I'm spread so thin
And all my wildest dreams
Are bursting at the seams
So one wrong word from you
Can really make the teardrops flow
Some bow before they break
Some break before they bow
Sometimes I feel lost and lonley in my skin
There's no equilibrium
Its feast or famine
All we need is drier land
Some thirsty soil
Before the oceans boil
And the vapor and the salt divide
People ask me "J
Why do you let things get to you?"
Like earwigs on a plant;
Like pebbles in your shoe
I'm sad to see you go but I am
Sure you'll be ok
Its never black or white
Your wildest dreams are grey
Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am
I can't see no symmetry
Its feast or famine
All we need is drier land
Some thirsty soil
Where we can build an arc
Before the wicked world flows over
You'll find me in the morning
Raising the sails
All covered in scales
And seaweed for hair
All that we were
And all that we know
Is far below in the algae and in the mud
The valleys will flood
The glaciers
Are overripe and begging to be pruned