I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was   So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryear's ocean   I was in shape then   A much better built body of water with infinite waves and fathomless depths   Where you could have deep sea fishing for compliments   And caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments   Now all you get is the boot      You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought I was   Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds   Where we breathe the same air, it's just done differently      And I'm tryin to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your element   Compromising intelligence   I dabbled in watered down thoughts that filtered in from the main stream      I'm offering mind altering ideas that make the most quiet natured brain scream   from exposure to the types of things that won't necessarily make you happier   They'll just give you a greater range of emotions      And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of fantasy land   Where people think they're as safe as cartoons simply because they speak in bubbles      A sanitized safe-haven where you could face Satan and have his faith straightened   His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and have Neptune's place taken   They'd swashbuckle with their pitchforks   While Lucifer shit talks and rips forts of coral reef   For relief they be like "bitch walk"      From this oversized aquarium that daddy kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees   Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparences   And posting them to the glass boundaries that surround the seas of change      Strangely enough, while bringing back the real   I could sense intense resistance so I had no other choice but to cut the line   I'm not saying you're overly naive   I just think you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached   Fortunate for you I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch   If it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow   Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you   And I want to kiss your lips better      I sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar   of my own traumatic experience with my excommunicated tongue   Say I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk   I've been there; I don't plan on returning cause no matter how much distance I kept or how long I waited for my wounds to heal   They'd re-open with the slightest flashback   So I sued time for malpractice   That bastard's a hack with a rusty scalpel and barbed-wire stitch thread   Instead of seeing things clearly, they're pitch red   And there's this glitch in my head that's got me thinking contradictions, it said:      "There are more fish in the sea   Whether you hear me not or you listen to me   Whether you listen to me or hear me not   There are more microorganisms in my teardrop"      But fear not, I'd never sink as low as to make my ears pop   And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of your own league   And you don't need me meddling, sending sonar signals   High pitched notes are symbols, my voice has grown far   But ripples are only caused when you cast stones   But you shouldn't throw rocks if you live in fragile fairytales