Back down to the beach where I put my ear to a shell that still housed a sand crab   I listened for the ocean but only heard the whisper of its presence, and it sang its song to my ear   I’d much rather listen to the ocean than ever hear her again    But I put my lips to the seashell that still housed the sand crab   I kissed a girl who didn’t kiss me back    And I fell for the feeling that is fleeting in the midst of the ocean   I asked you to let me   I asked you to let me   I asked you to show me   I asked you to show me   What I was missing   Through kissing      I mistook bullshit for buried treasure and so I chased the scent of gilded guilt-ridden words written on pretty pink paper