Mon Calamari

Stuck in our moments, God I know it’s killing me

It’s getting harder just to breathe as our hands drift below the sheets

I looked for an omen that you would ever think of me

Now I’m floating in your ocean, a feeling ever so serene

 

Not long to notice your grace so effortlessly

Illuminating all around you, emanating onto me

No words unspoken; I give you every piece I need

You are the light, you are the center, you are the balance chemically

 

Stuck in our moments, God I know it’s killing me

It’s getting harder just to breathe as our hands drift below the sheets

I looked for an omen that you would ever think of me

Now I’m floating in your ocean, a feeling ever so serene

 

When all the blood rushed from my face, I knew that I could say

Everything I tucked away

And now I can’t keep my mind straight, baby

I’m a mess and you’re so well in place

 

You are my southern belle

You are that wishing well

You are my southern belle

You are that wishing well

I’m lost in all of this

I’m lost in all