Someone has an AK

when my voice cuts out
i'll sell our song
(i'm a slave to these words)
for a broken box full of new jersey's all
(can you imagine. everything's perfect.)
i sat myself down beside a shell
it's fallen from heaven and hollow like my head.
(i'm no longer bounded.)
i think no matter how deep in,
i'm always crawling out to you in the ocean.
i crashed our car over a bridge.
unknown to where we would land.
the passenger seat was such a drag.
if you catch my breeze, then blow back.
(am i dreaming. is this pretend.)
so swing at me and make me bleed.
just watch me fall down backwards.
and i'll stand up so i can see if i'm awake or dreaming.
(fall asleep i'm in your head, i'm in love with you like you said. i want to dream forever. take the world and dream together.)
when the luck runs out.
i'll sell my face.
for a broken box full of new jersey.
i lie her in the sand, watching the tides pull backwards.
and i'll grab the moon with my bare hands and cast it in the ocean.
fly down to the ocean and woke up so you wrote this all down.
fly up to the mountains and you found it.
i hope this all comes back to you.
stumble down these streets.
still all drunk off you.
and we'll paint the sky whatever shade you see tonight.
and we'll chase airplanes down the new jersey turnpike.
and we'll say goodbye to the new york skyline.
set me in flames.
and come rescue me.
from the moon.
as our view.
lift you up through my lungs when i breath you.
from the moon as view.
i'm waking up tonight.
tonight.