S.E.O.K.L.
Moonrise at the bottom of it, floats of sand
Sea looks down for the ashtray, next to your hand
Looking at the blue sky, turning blind
So I stumble the shoreline, he comes

Roses in the trashcan, love life out of date
Cheeks shining of the cheap lipstick
Oh, what a waste
Just in tunes of the radio blasting from the abandoned Jeep
Somebody’s out there where the waves break
We remain