now and then think of her think of him think of what you’ve lost but don’t forget it’s in the past it’s over now, and here you are standing at the edge of a sea of opportunities and chance uncertainties don’t you want it don’t you want some of that shit
now and then think of me standing here where i’ve always been feet stuck to the ground a sea of hands, swollen limbs clutch at straws, blown by the wind down to where the particles meet standing at the edge of a sea of opportunities and vague uncertainties don’t you want it don’t you want some of that shit