Casper...A Talk Between Friends...How It Used to Be
My Casper holds me
And Casper loves me
He never leaves me on my own
His plexiglass is
My perfect casket
When I text you on the phone
A week on water
And all my thoughts are of you
So obtuse
I try to rest see
And Casper lets me
Float above a world so blue
With saltine crackers
And manic laughter
Casper guides me to sleep
And through the texts I'm
A nervous wreck you see
Casper is here for me
He is my home when
I'm all alone and I know
That you only want me safe
So I reside in
His hollow insides and I watch
Marine life take place
And will we make it
Our souls so vacant
Let's have a talk between friends
We're on our own here
And so alone I fear
I am at my wit's end
We are not patient
But we must make it home
This we both know
And so I paddle
Casper my saddle you go
Into the unknown
Guide me a fish under your water
A lamb to unjust slaughter
Put me in your palm
This hesitation means I'm calm
And if we meet our maker
I'll tell him nothing sacred
It's just another ride
Another boat with holes in sides
Casper I know you hear me
The waves will surely fear me
And if we let them rest
We only re-ensure our death
So pass me oars of gold and
We'll weather through the groans of
A tyrannical deep blue sea
It isn't how it used to be
And Casper loves me
He never leaves me on my own
His plexiglass is
My perfect casket
When I text you on the phone
A week on water
And all my thoughts are of you
So obtuse
I try to rest see
And Casper lets me
Float above a world so blue
With saltine crackers
And manic laughter
Casper guides me to sleep
And through the texts I'm
A nervous wreck you see
Casper is here for me
He is my home when
I'm all alone and I know
That you only want me safe
So I reside in
His hollow insides and I watch
Marine life take place
And will we make it
Our souls so vacant
Let's have a talk between friends
We're on our own here
And so alone I fear
I am at my wit's end
We are not patient
But we must make it home
This we both know
And so I paddle
Casper my saddle you go
Into the unknown
Guide me a fish under your water
A lamb to unjust slaughter
Put me in your palm
This hesitation means I'm calm
And if we meet our maker
I'll tell him nothing sacred
It's just another ride
Another boat with holes in sides
Casper I know you hear me
The waves will surely fear me
And if we let them rest
We only re-ensure our death
So pass me oars of gold and
We'll weather through the groans of
A tyrannical deep blue sea
It isn't how it used to be
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Writer(s): Brayden Kimbrough
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