Lungbitch

Something borrowed, high school blue
Let me be the ship that sails inside of you
Masts of glory, dancers of air
A big red book that was never there
Pop goes the razor, way down below
Antenna semester in Tupelo
Your heartfelt apology goes up in smoke
An underhand weasel disguised as a joke.

Boating on Sunday, isn't that bizarre?
In and out of jeopardy, remember who you are
Waves of surrender, spume of defeat
Turbulent circles, incomplete
Choking to death on you, I want to try
Shipwreck expectorant lullaby
Two wet promises breathe on through
Something old, and something new.