Your water may be as clear as day, filled with child’s play and blue jays.

You’re caught in the seaway while I’m being pulled the other way.

I keep this song on replay in order to get away from my water that’s ash gray.

There are weights pulling me down and away anyway,

I’m only alive halfway.

Have fun on your tea tray relay on Thursday.

I’m at a buffet of ash gray waters everyday.

-p.g.y