"la la la"
she sings and her dress flies around her,
like waves, like waves
whiter than the tips
more beautiful than the sailor's ships.
because when she smiles,
the world turns 360 degrees
to watch her say
that "this is day three
and I've spent eighty dollars on therapy
but I'm lying and she
doesn't know how to tell me the truth."
but she is natural-born,
more fake than free,
because her eyes could look for a minute
and then without warning, melt the sea
she's like the ocean, she's like the sea
a mile on land
is shorter than a mile at sea.
but she can't tell you the riddle,
let alone the answer,
because to do that she'd have to solve
but she is unsolvable, and she knows it,
but I think she's hoping someone else will
figure out the mystery before she does.