she flew backwards out of the ocean
in slow motion
up through the fog
the side of the golden gate bridge
she never broke every bone in her body
she's just like me
looking for a happy ending
and there's so many stories
i'm filling up my head
and they're all allegories
for where you go when you are dead
she might live at the bottom of the sea
it's where she wants to be
learning to breathe water instead of the air
i might visit a deep sea diver ambulance driver
just for a while before i come up for some air
there's so many ways to talk your old self down
and it's a game that i play
or something to do until i'm in the ground
falling down
is up sometimes
not to drown
there's better times a'comin'
she exploded up from the deep
sore from sleeping
pills all around, looking for something to drink
she never saw the lines in the mirror
faces clearer
looking for a happy ending
a happy ending
