l.A. beach

Holy holler in the water

Salt and sand erodes your blistered feet

Holy holler what a daughter

Leave her breathing underneath the shallow sea

Oxygen is running thin

The icicles grow back here on shore

Coming out for the day
You brought no blanket for us to lay upon

Said your home was the sea
Did you mean to say me
Do you mean to say with medicine
And everything else you put inside my pocket
Im not better now

Nothing figured out

Im not better now