I see the little bobber floating in the sea of my thoughts.
Trying to reel you in but you never seem to take my bait.
I'm drowning over here, I think I need mouth to mouth.
Wish we were smooth sailing on this calm blue dream.
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Wet Dream
I see the little bobber floating in the sea of my thoughts.
Trying to reel you in but you never seem to take my bait.
I'm drowning over here, I think I need mouth to mouth.
Wish we were smooth sailing on this calm blue dream.