The Seashell

The Seashell (incomplete)


(Am Fmaj7 F# C E)

It might feel like the second time around, but it's your first taste at the ground
and every day is just an excuse to breathe,
and to rise is just an reason to need but to want is not to please
and sleepwalking, somehow the conversation's drawing

oh so nauseus, so dizzy
the sky smells like salt but it's lost the taste of living
fiercely cold but a still a little silly
a mind that wanders loses on the body that it carries

Regret is just the mind's second guess, and understanding makes a mess
I don't want to feel hollow anymore
if living just becomes an escapade, then the dreaming is escape,
and there's no use in lying awake

so cool, so full so empty
but if it's half full you know it's half empty
it's the logic of diving under
to swallow all the water will still leave me thirsty

and seashells echo the sea but it's just blood rushing within me , and the cavernous roar will not let me sleep
so peaceful with the cool of the waves, but the slickness of apology sharpens the blaze
and there's no breaks, there's no one to stop me, and no one to watch me, so what's to say I'm here

(Am Fmaj7 C E7)
oh excuses, excuses
move forward without usage, I don't want to feel so useless
the mind has used the body as a pawn in its attempts to fly
and scrambles for the sky but the gravity prevents it
(Am Fmaj7 F# C E)
(C Cmaj7 C3(?) C F - in progression, slower)
sadness is like a child inside of me
until I accept its presence
it will always let out a scream