Way Too Long - Bent Knee

Oil spill out by the docks

What color were those feathers before?

Oil up to my ankles, sticking

Swallowing tar and I am sinking

Consequences way too much

My capillaries look like big black gloves

I’ve held this secret for way too long

Rainbows glisten on sand

They lure me in close until I gag

Every inch of skin ripples, twitching

Inhaling toxic gas I’m choking

Glazed by a layer of slick

I’m latched to the hull of a dirty ship

And it’s squeezing all the air out of this

Goddamn cave I live in