Soft Rock

Wade and talk
You like soft rock
We can barely swim but we spit and kick

And then I am floating
Barely noting anything at all
Just my chest's slow rise and fall

And I am taking this all in
I feel your words sink in to my skin

Walk down the beach
Wind in the trees
The air was dry
And the thunder hit so many times

Watching it all changing from your carefree attitude
I could learn a thing or two

And I am taking this all in
I feel it all sink in to my skin

Inevitably the internal shout
"Am I good enough for you
Or anyone else?"

Pushing my feet deep into the ground
Who knows what's true?
We'll just have to find out

Wade and talk
You like soft rock
It was really nothing
But the feeling was resounding