Oxygen
Do you think they can tell I don’t belong here Shifting eyes, a questioning glance Maybe they can smell The perfume sweat Pulsing on my neck I could hold my breath And dive into the sea of people With dripping jewels And dropping necklines Lamb-soft suits And crisp black bowties Whispered seductions And ruby red grins But I may not be able To come back up for air again From these cold black depths The pulsing shimmering sea Stings my blue topaz eyes The only gems that I possess Hors d'ouvres certainly aren't enough To feed sharks In this tank They can smell my heart And for once in my life It may not be enough to be smart A tangled tether is my line Under pressure it groans and cries As strong as a feather like spit and gum it holds together My fate, my life, my lies