My texts to you aren't going through You're probably somewhere beautiful I think you'd think about me too If I was the right beautiful Should I get stuck spiraling Over something else Would the whirlpools get twice as intense Or suddenly destroy themselves I don't know shit about the ocean But I'm learning about bodies And all the ways they thrash around And spit you into nothing I have to keep telling myself That nobody was trying To use me up the way I used up spray paint in the alley But I feel like empty aerosol Huffed under an overpass Like I have no solid form Live my life liquid and gas I don't know if I've been in love I've at least dabbled in it And I think it makes me fully crazy Not in the good way you talk about it