all these years I've spent whiling away nothing
something tells me over engine roars and broken asphalt
stuck between two cities and a diamond car
there's a golden reservoir
an oasis in the middle of the sea
something tells me it's not for me
something tells me I'm somehow not free
cutting into my life jacket and forcing me under the depths
popped p's and nitrogen bubbles in my bloodstream
as I surface, all I see are people watching me
honey, there's no time, you see
pampered voices pandering to nothing
and nothing done to curb every week after week
green grasshoppers becoming a part of me,
jumping out of my lungs and into the water underneath
sweet oasis in the sea, deception incarnate
tell me which literary devices to use next
weave blood between each of my words and make them pretty
soft sighs and nothing too heavy
long summer songs and a little ditty
make it pretty, make it pretty,
ten questions bubbling at the froth of your mouth
golden ring in hand
summer vanished all the happiness I had;
palm to palm is the sinner's kiss
head to head and cheek to cheek
cheek to earth and earth to me
sunshine is all I see, much ado about
as much nothing as I please
so many pretty things to be seen
golden reservoir seeming like a dream
