Poets, by Slightest Sound
cuddling the water frame by a frame,
cuddling the water frame by a frame.
I said that twice so it doesn't disturb us,
we build it up just so it can break us,
why do we do what we do if we do so,
follow the rules and then go for the medal.
No one can know what i meant by that,
so don't teach your kids what you thought that i had,
we tell you a story with ink on the paper,
we call ourselfs poets with rocks on our shoulders.
I looked at my tears and i couldn't believe,
i kept repeating what if it's real,
i kept repeating what if it's real.
Nothing but nonesense is following me around,
what am i saying, why do i even doubt?