I don't even know what I need.
I don't know what anything is any more.
I can't rock the boat,
because she's made of glass.
I want something to love,
I want to
know what to love.
I need magnetism.
I need that....craving.
Too often,
I just skim the surface.
I want to swim beneath, it its depths,
but only when it ceases to be black.
Pull me beneath,
show me the way;
we both try,
and yet we both fail.
Can we be helped?
I don't know.
Can we be stopped?
....I don't think so.