pickle

know your eyes blue colors, like a wave, calling D its always been i saw that. you did that too the day when the wave were strong the day when you walked back i saw a strange thing the way youre smilling take me there take me i can only be a tiny pickle in a jar i want to know what kept you alive if someone could lift and move me there that would be great why does comfort seem to be faraway whenever i feel at ease my red light is always on is it because of me that i cant breath again that i cant breath again take me there take me i can only be a tiny pickle in a jar i want to know what kept you alive but will anything actually change if i come to know that?