Song Lyrics

"Chapter Seven Orphan Theism"

by Levi The Poet
Album: Correspondence

When I sit on the pier and wait for that black abyss to swell and spit out your letters, my heart rises and falls with the water, and sometimes, I just wish it would swallow me. Heaven: the expanse above the tide rising and beneath the rain falling. I swear sometimes breathing feels just like drowning, stuck here in between.


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