Ryan David Orr

The Ocean I Bleed Before


Ryan David Orr
06/13/2011
Ryan David Orr

Lyrics

He circled ‘round and fell down and his head was swirling.

Let’s wake him up ‘fore he drowns and get him thinking.

We’re all obliged to define our belligerence,

but, oh my God, must we try to make it make sense?

 

This is just to test out my hypothesis

that children never get scared of what they didn’t know existed

I won’t mind if you don’t think about me.

You do what you need to.   

I don’t believe to be missed at all.

 

You’re the scent of the ocean I bleed before.

You’re nervous in motion for all that I know.

Your pain is the pain of the open door;

Easy to accept that you’re not so deceiving.

 

It was more that I delighted in all you said

while your tragic little words were overflowing.

I quit the listen just to see you move instead.

The bitter stars were envious of your glowing.

I distracted your attentive focused fear

just long enough for your perceiving reflection.

You debated all the thoughts you would not hear.

Now it’s too real.                            

 

You’re the scent of the ocean I bleed before.

You’re nervous in motion for all that I know.

Your pain is the pain of the open door.

Easy to accept that you’re not so deceiving.

You’re the point where the tongue meets the fickle heart.

You’re the storm of its passion and grief smashing all the walls apart.

You’re the startle of having just come too far.

Easy to accept that you’re ever and ever evading awareness.

And that’s not your problem; it’s just not your thing to be riddled with answers while you could be

searching.

I fake resignation to watch you diffuse,

and content with the calm of your breathing my thoughts sound like

ha ha ha ha ha……….