I and my, 4 dollar coffee u and your, delicious indifference us and our, tempestuous rapport I and my, head in the blue u and your, Terra Firma us and our, hanging on by a thread I and my, freedom to be,

As tides restless caress the sands, so does the truth wash against your shore. And as the sands delight in sounding the crash of waves, so too do you enjoy sounding the crash of truths. Through my weakness