it's like static
and I've had it
it's a look
with words written from a book
that makes a shock
just enough to set me off
there's a bell
telling me I should leave
and my dry mouth
screaming for something to drink

I'm not crazy
but I've wondered if you are real
this decayed ship is sinking
overflown with thoughts of my thinking
and the anchor is sunk in
-a place laid out, based on instinct

I eat up every word you say...