why cant i sail far away in the Caribbean
wouldnt my soul just be chillin
not concerned with whats on earth
take my scuba gear dive in the coral reefs
trying to grap a sharks dorsal fin
the clearness of the ocean blends in with my tears
if only i could take off this outfit and swim this water underworld
not trying to be a mer-man kinky enough to talk air to a mermaid tho
but thats just because i remember her beach portrait posted on her wall
next to the beads she won not in new orleans but at Palma Real at new year's eve
and now my eyes are open
in reality its snowing outside 20 minute ride back to rdp all those feeling are fleeting away
this winter weather doesn't really bother
but the constant effect of feeling this obsession for sand and exotic tan
cant be satisfied unless i get burned by the heat of the beach
again
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