Smoke filled lips, a bubblegum tongue.
Making the idea of love seem greater than the Florida sand between our toes.
Bound to take its time, the wonderland of the world we see fit.
Trading moments for the cards on the table.
Poker eyes and a misfit through our curly hair.
Taking shape to direct the world in our favor,
never letting our heads sink underwater.
A deep sea of memories, the idea of being here for a while never looked so discrete before. 
The dark sound of anger, the insults are our blessings.