In The Sea

I took a flight from fantastic

Why don't you move it along

I picked a fight with the fact that 

That is still your favorite song

Don’t wanna hear your semantics

I never said I was wrong 

You like to think you’ve a knack 

For all the fields you trample on

Don’t look at me cuz I’m past it

In time you’ll see it’s a plastic shell 

In the sea it's in the swell

But distill it, Zinfandel 

No time for mental gymnastics  

That elevator is gone                      

Now you rehearse a routine to find

What floor the judge is on 

You fell asleep at the last bit

I’m not repeating the last farewell

You can feel it, it’s a spell

When you wish it, I can tell 

Don’t promise me it’s the last hit

You’ll keep reliving a private hell     

When your leering, it’s a tell

You can feel it, it’s a spell

When you wish it, we can tell