Lovelessness on Shore

Cloaked in white, clipped by lily-white regality
All your malice and "morality", enquote, will be the wreck of the You

Told the bay, to tell me what to say, i'm dying
Please, tell me what to say i'm dying, the just water just told me what to do

One week more, so what's the magnanimity for?
Toss me in your sack, religiously, but without faith

It's time we get to spend a part of ourselves being altogether
Sanded, whether reprimanded or something that i'd rather not say

Never knew i'd feel this way about the world i'm in
But I guess i'm in it now
Always thought i'd think this way about all the pretty girls
Got to get to them somehow

I am so tired of what people say, what people have, how people look, how people seem, i am ready for who people are

Oh, how dreadful to be mindful of where you're headed, and how loathsome to look back, when you're so handsome and have come this far

Nothing to do, but heap calumny on you
My private portraits, and the inconvenience you keep warm

And the pain i quote, is not low enough to note
But when kept quiet, grows in volume and assumes a form

You used to throw crumbs, for any old bird that would come/
Come to me, if indignantly, for i am the gull, you are the oar

And it's in my gait, to just pack the car and wait
For something, anything, that hasn't come before