Three legged chair in the kitchen
Propped up against the wall
I’ve been meaning to fix it forever
Placing bets when it’s bound to fall
If I were a fence, I’d need mending
Some nails and a couple of boards
In the places where I creak and I’m bending
I can’t remember what I put it up for
When I can’t sleep and I’m tired
And all the thoughts I have are on fire
I should be water
The sun’s a coal in the oven
This beach is a burning bridge
Except by the cold salty water
Where the seabirds hungrily dig
If I were a wave, I’d be crashing
Down on future’s shore
Where everything’s there for taking
And it slips away once more
When I can’t sleep and I’m tired
And all the thoughts that I have are on fire
I should be water
Or at the very least
I should be mercury
Shiny, taking the shape of everything I ever wanted to be
Wanted to be
I’m sailing past the Cliff House
Stones like spears stand up
I’m drunk from rocking back and forth
And wine in a paper cup
Sometimes I am crew, I am captain
I am a wooden wheel
A point on the horizon
Forever drifting here
When I can’t sleep and I’m tired
And all the thoughts that I have are on fire
I should be water
I think I should be water
I think I should be water
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