Seaweed Sheets Astronautalis

Amongst the tires and broken trees
All washed up on rubble beach
You were the best lover I never loved
Tucked beneath the seaweed sheets
Little scraps of shells and sand caked around your shaky hand
As the little fingertips slide inside my belt loop again
Your matted hair and sappy stare lost inside the haze of the sun
Stumbling in a three legged race
You lean on me the whole way back home
You can never guess what you find washed up on a shore
On the sunny day after a storm

I left her there in bed that day
To watch a hotel hauled away on the back of trucks
Among stacks of bricks, lithographs of seaside scenes
Flap in the breeze the canvas ripped
I guess I'm scared to wake up next to her
Or maybe I'm too scared to ever fall asleep
Comfortably coiled in a tide pool at the edge of the beach
I watch the world wake up as the sun leaves a land of the stucco bleached
My stomach rocks with waves, a smile is tossed on my face
Cement feet drag me neck deep, sometimes a bit of trouble is great

We, we lost it all again
Till everything came back again
Floating in, floating in