I stay away stuck in LA during the week and can not and you’re alone on the shore of West Palm Beach on your holiday stormy nights awake, the stomach pain I’ve no sense of the acquis it dark and I am so sick and tired of being dark and light Apartment depressing but what can I do? The streets at midnight when I am dead so used to driving with you to perform better lighting at night and blue sky reflected in your eyes, as I analyze, inspect and identify all these dreams I only if youre still, when the ships in port to prepare Comb the beach and laid the blue flowers of your ponytail Inside My Head Your voice is still full, but what can I do? The cold emptiness when I’m so used to count the stars you watch the waves absorb the summer sun and think of me when you explore hidden coves and tiny island chains throughout the sea, you can still hear my voice when Im out of the phone? For what its worth, darling, I wish you were here cuz I feel alone when you sing at home Wednesday, but since you left I hear nothing, and if I so sad, I can feel, think things have that was really bad old ship captains and cruise brand new in the salty sea When I came across my desk job and beloved swim through the debris of the Ill cut off and leave this madhouse Bound for patients bluefin tree-lined promenade entry and your reader to the ocean