This entity creeps up on me (sweetly),
Warm peripheral voice of morality.
This entity never leaves me.
A frame of faultless boundary,
from forearms in between.
Perpetually bound and peripherally seen.
The Water shows us how,
it takes us with the sea.
The Water slows us down,
and that's alright with me.
I know you didn't particularly ask me,
please excuse my informality,
but when Brother Moses passed
in the land near Jericho,
do you think Pharaoh would've begged him not to go?
"Ooo," said the serotonin in my head,
"when the rain comes, we're leaving you for dead."
The sirens sing their songs beneath my bed.
Oh god, just please don't take my friends.
I, I think its high time that I,
That I decide:
where it is that I'm gonna stay,
And what it is that I'm tryna say.