Written and Performed by Toby Andersen
Live from the Living Room
She's the fish who's far below, and the pressure would get to me before I get to her light it shines in the depths, and I wish I could say something, why can't I say something.
Echoes of teeth, unseen in the deep and she will not wait as I descend. Echoes of teeth, unseen in the deep, cutting through the fake and the pretend, for there is no beginning or end.
The helmet I wear looks the same for the air and the stars as it does for the ocean.
The water closes slowly on me like a fist, I bend and break this fragile case was not made for this, tell her I love her, if you should ever make it down below, to the bottom where her light shines, and is forgotten.
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