Ocean of - Fred Thomas

I was a city of sad eyes, I was an ocean of archives

I was sick of the sunshine, summer of 2005

When I was lost to missed and I was fucked to be kissed

Fingertips sprouted from my wrist, forever pushing the distance

Between the question and asking

Between the headache and Aspirin

Blood was faltering fast, mixing the sugar with saccharine

I was a clamouring clasping, I was a lull everlasting

I was a halloween mask, a hurricane smashing glass and

And somewhere the sweethearts thrive

With perfect prose and lasting lines

And I see them every night

From my window down below

And I reach with all my hands

For the friends I was supposed to have

They tell me we all collapse

I know, I know, I know