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There's a place by the seashore

Covered in rocks, and seaweed, and droppings from black-tipped gulls.

At the top, I pretend there's a door.

It leads to a world of white nothings,

Where the sea and the sky meet in bright darkness,

and the stars don't shine.

When I climb to the tip of the rocks,

I look out at this world, of the sea and the sky,

And I wish I could cross that line.

I wish I could reach out my hand

And gather the soft darkness of the star-weary sky into my fingers.

I wish I could reach through the door and take a piece of that dim light back to my land,

So I could have it evermore.

I like to lie there, and think of the waves that wash upside-out in this world of mine.

And when the sun falls and the day runs away,

I go back, and with this brief view of a world that is more, I am fine.

I think it's the knowing that does it, that makes in all right in the end.

And yet...


where did you go

why did you leave me here alone


dont go so fast

im missing the moments as they pass

now im lost

in the mirror

and the worlds

getting clearer

so wait for me this time

this time

tryna think about all these deep thinga ma jigs and my brain just keeps going back to hot dog man