Fetch

I was buying a tarte au riz
At a family owned bakery, stuttering
French to the sympathetic smile
Behind the glass case bejeweled with confections

When the thin rope around my waist
Yanked me through the window
Smashing the store front
When the thin rope around my waist
Yanked me through the window
Smashing the store front

I was dragged along the cobblestone
Through and beyond the countryside

I was met by Atlantic breath
I was skipped on wavеs
At the whims of the ocean
I was battling crеst and fetch
Smashing my body, smashing my face
I was battling crest and fetch
I was battling crest and fetch

Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied

Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied