Skinny dip.
I felt the weight
Lifted from my shoulders
The dryness of air hitting straight
My body weighs less than a feather
A voice inside wants me to wait
She says : don’t jump yet, wouldn’t you rather
Take things slowly, go on a date?
Go to the movies, meet his mother
Why are you living on an excessive rate?
He is not special, he is like the others
Let things sink in, please have some faith
You never listen to me, why do I still bother?
The flow of the water shuts the voice’s hate
Drowns it in passion, straps it like leather
Chokes it with a gasp, tricks it with a bait
The voice surrenders : I guess I believe in fate
Look at the sky now, look at this bright weather
I think you could start over on a clean slate
And the weight kept lifting, made things fresher
I am floating on a higher state
I am hoping that someday things get better
Believing life would always be great.
