Pinch - Oliver Wilde

With poison in your mouth, you talk too loud

I hope its nothing I’ve done slim to none

But keep following the common thread

Prove to myself that it exists

Imagine clouds to walk upon

While you look for that special someone

Be clear on what it is you want

Change it happens in brief moments

Counting down to low tide

Leave these songs by the shoreline

All the things the sea can hide

Everything I’ve memorized