Barnacles by Ugly Casanova
i don't really need to see,
so i don't need to see so i'll paint,
i don't know, i'll paint it black.
i don't need to see,
i don't see how you see out of your window,
i don't need to see, i'll paint mine black.
i don't know me and you don't know you,
so we fit so good together cuz i knew you like i knew myself.
we clung on like barnacles on a boat,
even though the ship sinks you know you can't let go.
i was talking like two hands knocking,
saying '"let me in, let me in, please come out."
black glass, dirt-based soap,
tell yourself what you know.
my friends, oh my friends,
bury your head i'll help you bury your plans.
hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is.
my light came up quick, call it your asterisk,
buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars
saw it as satellite, constant unblinking as,
buried in the bottom of a bottom of a blackish lake.