You cant have it
If you take it for granted
Ive gotten my ass kicked
Enough to have had it
Art is at atlas
A map to get past shit
I arrived and i ran
My heart till its rancid
Entirely candid
when i should have canned it
who could have planned it?
You and i on this planet
Planting a panic
Make it get massive
To the sky and passed it
It dwarfs the atlantic
I have to hand it
To who ever understands it
Why am i laughing
Alone in my cabin
Wrapping my attachments
To some one who wont have them?
She says i saved her
She saves me
for later