Tuesday mornings
I'll try and start a fire in the ocean
to try and draw you out
Maybe you'll drown in my direction
Take the slip into insanity
Or maybe try to hang onto the sand
Will you play the broken viola
while I dance a syncopated step
And I'll sing for you in blue green chords
A song all our own, taking notes for granted
Leaving the sand behind
And I'll kiss your lips blue
and you can whisper a tune
about Tuesdays and turtles and thorn apple flowers
And I'll chuckle at our failed attempts at normality
But we're as normal as one can be when chained to a tide