Bath White - 50 Foot Wave

and on the way down

wait it out

and on the sand: rotten apples

and on the way down

wait it out

and what you had: only shadows

i wasn’t brutal

i wasn’t anything at all

consensus or confession

i don’t recognize depression

and all day you flaunt your addictions, buddy

as your crowd gathers around

no matter who you are

no matter what you wanted

drugstore glare lights your path

damp memories fill your head

bath white glare lights your path

damp memories still your hand

and all night you court your attraction to me

like a surfer high on the ground

no matter who you are

no matter what you wanted

and on the way down

wait it out

and on the sand was rotten apples

and on the way down

wait it out

and what you caught was only shadows