Sandbags

this has to be a joke I cant believe that you hoped



I'd be there, I



will never leave you alone



if you leave on your phone



I swear





when it rains it pours



some many left open doors



in the barn, animals are swimming



no harm was done to the sailors sandbagging walls



and I got a job but I don't get paid







your breath drips down the side of me like perspiration down the side of glass



theres not much in this world that makes me feel like that



even ailerons couldn't keep my flying for as long as you do

we're not even trying and it's a hell of a view



I see the flooded farm lands, they look like buttons and patches



the animals floating away and the bags of sand



sailors are waving us in to land