The Ocean Full Of Bowling Balls Lyrics (by Oyster Boy)
Oh, my bedroom is a mess. The piles on my desk get bigger every time I try to rearrange my head. I take what is not mine, I keep living this lie, I muse on all the missing things and years of lost time. I was once a great genius, a noted conversationalist, a staple at your galas and your galleries, and I was once a bird at sea, a piece of driftwood on the beach, an island twelve feet around––I watched the waves roll over me. I don’t understand myself.
If nobody knew my name, I never would have to claim all of these lost things. I will stop checking my phone. I will pretend that no one’s home––I’ll have this room all to me.