it's been set in motion
like a boat on a tiny ocean
this irreversible concoction
a deadly combination in the cauldron
the waves rise high and low
your wind blows hot and cold
the salt in the air itches my nose
and my bile is hard to control
the ebb and flow of your displays
of affection, so hard to appraise
i’m in a nauseous haze
it clogs my airways
finally, i spot land
i reach out a hand
to grab ahold of that golden sand
solid ground i understand
at last, i stop seeing stars
and i look at you from afar
should you have offered your heart
i may not want any part
it’s too late for all of this
i’m not so angelic
the motions don’t make me sick
but my skin’s not so thick