Bottom of the Sea

A spirit that has been hijacked
By store displays with plastic snow
The space in which we've all been packed
Would even make sardines say NO
Too much, too tight let us out of here
Through glassy eyes we scan the hall
The chiming bell feels much too near and
The alleyway feels much too small

The cashiers look resigned and beat
Their fuzzy caps look very warm
The music that is on repeat
Has ground them into powder form
Why are we in this catacomb
We never should have left the sea
I wish the waves would take me home
And through the noise they're calling me

If I am to be
Serene and free
You'll find me in a barrel at the bottom of the sea

Hostile agents in disguise
A false smile isn't hard to find
And Sarah sighs and rolls her eyes
When yet another card is declined
Some plastic drones and whiskey stones
An advertisement for quick loans
An offer from the funeral home
A festive coffin for your bones

If I am to be
Serene and free
You'll find me in a barrel at the bottom of the sea

If I am to be
Serene and free
You'll find me in a barrel at the bottom of the sea
So please let me be
And don't look for me
My barrel lies safe at the bottom of the sea



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