your mind is a river and i forgot how to swim
ive been treading certain waters that ive gotten too deep in
i cant get the taste of your skin of my tongue
i want to graze my teeth right up against your lungs
so i can feel you breathe
so i can feel something

swimming upstream felt like a daydream
now's not the time for i told you so

my mind is a river along with other pseudonyms
hanging on the precipice i should of taken the shallow end
my fingers covet to bask in your sin
my mysterious appeal has lost all fluorescence
but im a wolf in sheepskin
bashful i wish i had your intentions

bashful

frog spit