Well now there, Mardy Bum.
I've seen your frown and it's like
looking down a barrel of a gun.
And it goes off. . .
And out come all these words.
Ohh, there's a very pleasant side
to you. A side I much prefer.
I found a tidal wave
begging to tear down the dawn.
Memories like bullets,
they fire at me from a gun.
Crack in the armor, yeahh.
I swim for brighter days,
despite the absence of sun.
Chocking on salt water.
I'm not giving in, swim.
