Feast-Famine
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 okay
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
