Saturday, March 18, 2017

No Swimming, 1995

I was running out of breath,
and I kept swimming to the deep end of the pool,

I didn't want to admit I couldn't swim there,
but I couldn't,
I'd never found my footing,

and this was all fucking nonsense,
so I let my hair down,
and I let it get wet,
all of it,
until I was like that baby on the album cover,
who made that cover,
and I was nowhere to be found

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