tide

i am sad all the sudden.

uhhhohhh

i know that feeling

i dont like that feeling.

you said the sun would keep the world at bay for me

by high tides will come and go as they please

for it is the moon my dear

that orchestrates the music of this pier.

and you said that green grass would make it all much better

then why, my bear, are my eyes much wetter?

and will bright summer stars at night

really keep the evening bright?

or will it all fall down my dear

like dark storm clouds on this pier?

the light house lamp cuts right through

a light so bright, but is it true?

for the light cant know when the storm will come

oh my dear, the storms already begun!

it tosses a pirates ship way out at sea

look my bear, the storms flooded me!

way out in the morning you hear the sweet call

of the sailors on deck as they recall

red sky at night, sailors delight

red sky in morning, sailors take warning.

so what color is the sky dear, id really like to know

and how much of a warning will my sky show?

because id rather not live this summer in fear

but the air is so still and the water so clear.

almost too certain, something you know

the like sounds of the morning or the caw of a crow

almost stands out, for something so routine

almost feels dirty, for something so clean.

i almost loved you, though you fill me with hate

i was almost yours, almost took the bait

i am almost sad, but im so happy though

i am almost as bright as the blackest crow.