FORGOTTEN WHALES

in a sea of anger
and disillusionment
that's how we got off weekly
that's how our time was spent
and the waves just kept on comin'
by the moons pull at night
while we stood there and tiptoed
guided by the lifeguard stands security light.

i'm alone now
and that's okay cuz i have nothing to prove
i'm aroused when i seen
how the ocean was sparkling clean
and know that this is how nature moves.
yes, it's simple cuz i now know how nature moves.

doesn't it fuck you up
when you see beached, forgotten whales?
doesn't it trigger you
when you come across a fingered garage sale?
how can it not bug you
after walking a littered hiking trail?
doesn't it just fuck up your day
when you're riding the winds of the mast
and then at last
the sun sets and you break sail?

my toes, i suppose
are breaking dry against the grained sand
but my heart broke most of all
when you let go of my hand
when you whispered that pick up line
quite softly into my ear
you kept it between us
you made that moment the one of the year
i come to inhale
and then i come away from it
but c'mon, a pick up line in a bar?
how dumb must i be to know that it'll just fit?

doesn't it mess you up
when bad things just continue to repeat?
doesn't it push you even further
when you're lead into a plan of deceit?
though i love to be discreet
when i complete the elite sandscape
i'll conform it to something better
that'll later be hailed into a better shape.

but i'd much rather take a ride
go back to that cold, crisp night
when the weather was on our side
and when i asked if we'd make up
you replied "we might, we might"
then i remember waking up
to the sunbreak of the dawn
i guess it was just a bad dream
cuz i was in a laidback chair,
stooped on my front lawn.