when i tell tears in your eyes
you should leave
thoughts of you
to be dusted from my mind
for every word that i spit out
really want a distance ocean
from my dream my being
about our love my life
as you were the high tide
the low tide
and the whole beach
i were but a stone
and now
there is no tide no sand no beach
how can a stone exist
when songs by waves are extinct
as i scream my dirty words
i know it's all in vain
the stone is still at large
searching for a beach so plain
no ordinary beach
the beach where stones can rest
the beach of you the stone my love
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