Watermarks on the ceiling.

I can see Jesus and he’s frowning at me.

I see a dead seal on the beach.

The old man says he’s “already saved it three times this week. Guess it just wants to die?

I would wanna die too (he said) "With people putting oil into my air but to be fair I’ve done my share guess everybody’s got their different point of view.”

I was driving down sun set strip (Phillip Island, not Los Angeles) Got me some hot chips and a cool drink, took a sandy seat on the shore.

There’s a paper on the ground, it makes my headache quite profound as I read it out aloud (It said) “The Great Barrier Reef it ain’t so great anymore, It’s been raped beyond belief, the dredgers treat it like a whore.”

Drank till I was sinking, sank till I was thinking, that I’m thankful for this view.

Drank till I was sinking, sank till I was thinking, that I’m thankful for this view.

We either think that we’re invincible or that we are invisible but realistically we’re somewhere in between.

We all think that we are nobody but everybody is somebody else’s somebody.

Don’t ask me what I really mean, I am just a reflection of what you really wanna see so take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

Satellites on the ceiling, I can Jesus and she’s smiling at me.

All I wanna say is…