shut up i am dreaming of places where lovers have wings

by spencer krug:

you’re on the distant shore,
you’re on the distant shore,
oceans never listen to us anyway,
oceans never listen to us anyway,
and if I fall into the drink
I will say your name before I sink.

he says your name out loud
at miniature rooms where no one’s found,
it’s a desperate sound.
you’re on the distant shore,
he stomps his feet down,
you hear his knuckles on your door.
he wants to send you drawings,
drawings of men with faithful hands,
they will make such good boyfriends.
he wants to tell you stories,
stories of boys who stomped their feet saying,
“Shut-shut up I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings.”

I’ll meet you where the river forks.
when everyone else is dead,
you’ll be safe on the water.
we’ll be much younger than we remember.
you’re on the distant shore,
I stomp my feet down.
do you hear knuckles on your door?
do you understand what I’m pining for?
oceans never listen to us anyway,
oceans never listen to us anyway,
and if I fall into the drink
I will say your name before I sink,
oceans never listen to us anyway.

I’m afraid of the water.
I’m afraid of the sky.
I’m tired of waiting.
oceans never listen to us anyway,
oceans never listen to us anyway,
and if I fall into the drink
I will say your name before I sink,
oceans never listen to us anyway,
so…

don’t make a sound.