Feast Famine - Surfer Blood

I’ve put on a front before

But now I’m spread so thin

And all my wildest dreams

Are bursting at the seams

So one wrong word from you

Can really make the teardrops flow

Some bow before they break

Some break before they bow

Sometimes I feel lost and lonley in my skin

There’s no equilibrium

Its feast or famine

All we need is drier land

Some thirsty soil

Before the oceans boil

And the vapor and the salt divide

People ask me «J

Why do you let things get to you?»

Like earwigs on a plant;

Like pebbles in your shoe

I’m sad to see you go but I am

Sure you’ll be ok

Its never black or white

Your wildest dreams are grey

Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am

I can’t see no symmetry

Its feast or famine

All we need is drier land

Some thirsty soil

Where we can build an arc

Before the wicked world flows over

You’ll find me in the morning

Raising the sails

All covered in scales

And seaweed for hair

All that we were

And all that we know

Is far below in the algae and in the mud

The valleys will flood

The glaciers

Are overripe and begging to be pruned