I decided that fish have feelings
And a soul mixed with never endings
The I.Q. of a squash rounded up
But so do you and it doesn’t change a thing
Now we went to the ocean
And you swore at the dead fish for smelling rotten
Your voice cracked the breeze
Then the sea gulls fell to their knees
Begging you to leave their city
Because they understand that love is just a label
To make it seem like we are always able
To make life fun and to be young
And when we are old the label dies away
Which is then replaced by hate
Kissing is soon spelling like yelling
And loving/Fuck loving
Pack up your clothes and tie up the kids
Get in the car and blow off your head
And I'll make friends with the fish again
I don't care what their smell is
We will talk on the beach
While we laugh off our heads
And wonder if this feeling is forever
Or if it's a label that we will soon replace
The love always gets in the way
Of oxygen making its way into our hearts