Have you seen the tide pools on the coast

Their miniature worlds constructed carefully?

And each tiny part fits to the others like the track list on a mix cd

And each one needs the others to stay trapped there to survive

Or maybe that's that's just what it feels like when you're stuck there on the inside

And my friend wove me a blanket and on their couch there they explained how it's just the tension between the fibers that bears such fantastic weight

How the patterns of their bodies over and over intertwined

Pulls our glances tight at some february house show on the east side

But was it just something in the way I looked at you

Or was it burning in the words I sang to you?

Or was it buried in the very special kind of isolation that we shared?

You know you might my silver key that I lost in arizona or maybe you're my catalytic converter and maybe I'm out fifteen hundred dollars

But in the darkness beneath that blanket I will find a place to hide

A shelter from the world like a pool built by the tide

And let the missed calls from my landlord pile thirty thousand high

Don't you know I'll be okay just give me a couple weeks or so

Cause it's running wild in the way you look at me

And it's writhing in the way you challenge me

And it's woven in the way your ocean heart just drags me out again

Don't you know that you're the tension before a jump into a summer river from a bridge?

And you're the hunger in the drunken light that pours out of my fridge?

Don't you know that you could hotwire this old haywire heart and drive it off a fucking cliff?

I've always been good at getting your old truck to start