this is actually a song i wrote

Its all too slippery if you know what i mean
but the rocks left a dust more effective for holding on
but the breathe in your lungs feels like a blue flame
and all the other colors drain from your face
its stil not safe to get back into the water but they're not afraid
its all the pitch black conversations that scare us
we're not accustomed to using our mouths as fingers
but our fingers have always been better at talking
we have all the time in the world
to start this communication
to start this communique
we ended it all within the proper period
the whispers surrounded by the gasoline bacteria
who knew that organs were flammable, they're flammable
we're flammable despite all our hearts and guts inside
and its all too slippery if you know what i mean
so don't be mistaken, no don't be mistaken
my fingers prefer to do the talkin your lips say
baby don't you go to sleep
we dont have all the time in the world