Way Too Long

Oil spill out by the docks.
 What color were those feathers before?
 Oil up to my ankles, sticking.
 Swallowing tar and I am sinking.
 Consequences way too much,
 my capillaries look like big black gloves.
 I've held this secret for way too long.
 Rainbows glisten on sand,
 they lure me in close until I gag.
 Every inch of skin ripples, twitching.
 Inhaling toxic gas I'm choking.
 Glazed by a layer of slick,
 I'm latched to the hull of a dirty ship.
 I've held this secret for way too long.
 And it's squeezing all the air out of this
 goddamn cave I live in.
 And it's squeezing all the air out of this
 goddamn cave I live in.
 Oil spill out by the docks.
 What color were those feathers before?
 And it's squeezing all the air out of this
 goddamn cave I live in.
 And it's squeezing all the air out of this
 goddamn cave I live in.