knowing nothing

it does not exist
wet behind the ears
sulky fingers
you’ve got the nerve
you’re grumbling, dragging
and i’ll come flailing along
whatever you want

so large and naive
floating kind of me
big dreams, average feet
making you angry
to fly your achy soles
must leave the ground
gravel hurts my toes and i’d rather float
but what do you know
you’re the oceanless boat
tying me at the line
whatever you want
every time

let’s find you the tide
please, let’s find you the tide
i don’t have enough strength to pull you
left inside
gravel hurts my toes and i’d rather float
but what do you know
you’re buried in sand
praying for snow