try as i must, i don’t know what to make of this fluctuating trust
i pass the boats and their rust, i pass the same spot just
watching the cygnets grow up.
turn away from the page and all those digital birds
i was wiser than a year ago, i heard you fell in love with the secret
and although we suffered at the loss of your conscience, i heard it.
another stingray trapped in a fish tank, another little setback
i’ve got you to thank, ‘cause you’ve been resting here lately
with your heart on my lap, and the rest of us laid here with you to thank.