Go fish
(your) goldfish
Catch it before its gone
Before it skips out of its bowl
Leaving it high and dry
And you moist when you cry
Regrets at her 36,000 feet high above
Its all tears and shadows
Tearing and shadowing him
Regrettful
Of the feelings he never showed
Properly
He's medicating
'I want to flight'
'I want to flight'
The taxi was extra cold
He felt extremly old
The taxi before was filled with warmth
But all changed
Dissipating with the first foot in the terminal
Terminating his chances at full stop
Did he had anything in the first place
Its a question I can't answer or erase
But your sadness is concern
And you are in concert
And I am listening
She's flighted
And you're jaded
What was it that was meant to be would probably be
Are you regrettful with salt and water
Or with daggers in fleshwounds?
She's 36,000 ft above you.
Saline and Vaseline
Gladly
Rolling into a standstill
Blowing hot and cold
Into a oven
And an empty locket with no soul
She wakes up on the floor
Feeling incredibly strange
Is it for you? I hope it was
Strange, strange your heart can be
Of saline and vaseline
Cold water down your senses
Salt water in my eyes
Burnt rubber in my trenches
Makeup's and a sigh
Spacesuit rubber on rocketman
Scented oil and lies
Slippery oil and the beautiful tan
My my, you have beautiful eyes
Happy
I have my contacts now
And I can see my friends clearly
Its plastic existence
But who cares I can see very clearly
He's pounding on the door
His world closing in
And fading in two black eyes
Of injured flesh, opinion, and pride
He thinks he's safer in his surrond
But the walls are shaking
And he dreams animalistic cries
Cold water down your senses
Salt water in my eyes
Burnt rubber in my trenches
Makeup's and a sigh
Spacesuit rubber on rocketman
Scented oil and lies
Slippery oil and the beautiful tan
My my, you have beautiful eyes
Saline and vaseline
Rubbing on the contacts
Saline and vaseline
Saving your prying pride
Today the next day
Today, I just heard it from them
They told me that you had given up the race
You made plans without me
And left without a single trace
There are so many times that I've been left alone
And there are so many times that you came around
I wake up everyday, hoping to see you again
But today, today, I never saw you
Letters for you; here's another one
But then I don't even know who to send it to
I guess I would just write it down here
Paper dreams encrypted upon sparkling dust
Of the cosmetic makeup of feelings
Splashed across with ink and tears
I saw things that made you cry
I saw things that made me die
But I think I hung on in the bluest hope
Because I knew that I would see you the next day
They told me today that you had gone away
They said you never explained it anyway
You took off in the flying machine
That was meant for, at least, all of us
Would it had been too late, to say, to tell you, to stay?
Would it be too much to ask, to question, why you chose this day?
I saw things that made you cry
I saw things that made me die
But I think I hung on in the bluest hope
Because I knew that I would see you the next day
And it is the next day
But I never saw you today