Back to reality, reality bites,
Lets just stay in the beach house sights.
The ocean, a hot tub and plenty of wine,
Allows for the soul to forget its current bind.
Effort exerted, compromises in place,
No reciprocation, a royal slap in the face.
The stations pass and the sails, constricted,
come nobody but the self predicted.
Take the rails into a safe airspace,
Take that organ back into an air-tight place.
Recognize the ones that care,
Dispose of the ones who provide hands bare.
Relive, release that screaming stare.
Relieve the ones who dont respect this hair.