waking up in baltimore to find the world in my bathroom
but I look through everyone trying to find you
cause you left that night in such a hurry
you forgot to say goodbye
so excited to start a new life

this morning my fingers smell like the sea
it makes me long for a new life just the same
with a fisherman for a lover
always coming home late at night
smelling of the sea, a lobsterman’s wife

so don’t forget to wash your hands
and don’t forget to wash behind your ears
cause that big and lonely bed of yours
will spit you back out if you smell like the sea

have tumblr
will tumble?
http://justkiddingdouglasadams.tumblr.com/

maybe I'll grow my hair real long
longer than it's ever been
and when I can't stand the sight of you or the thought of your face
I'll hide behind the waves of hair that will fall around my face
while I try to find a reason to forget you or leave you for another
but baby we've got time until my hair gets that long
and maybe I'll just keep it short

"is the passion all gone or is it still newly wed?
cause all this heat's doing is making us stick to the bed
and there's no life to revive
but if the hunger's still there, buried somewhere inside,
covered up by the boredom we've been trying to hide
we can dig it up and devour...

it'll seem more like a song and less like it's math
if you pull on my hair and bite me like that"




Oh, Conor