This, Whatever It Is, Needs Improvements

"I've never heard this song properly before" It was the week we caught the sun The thin white streak, the bikini undone I may be meek but I'm no nun I may be weak but my will is strong I watch you walk along the beach Followed by dogs, you're the one unleashed It's in the way you come across It's in the waves you give off And I can't begin to explain But this, whatever it is, needs improvement And it's not you its just the path You're walking on broken blades of grass Sure I'm green, I'm full grown Still on the scene relatively unknown Just for you I swim lengths Sailed a bayou How deep, depends on your sense your worldview How about a dance right here, you can borrow her shoes I can't begin to explain But this, whatever it is, needs improvement We all have demons you can hear them screaming If you are anything at all like me darling The sky will have you reeling, catch catfish while you're dreaming Swimming downstream in Athens, Georgia If it's your medication I promise I'll be patient If its hallucination, forgive my fascination But if it's for the winter we'll call it hibernation If it's for forever we'll call it separation It's always been broken It's always needed fixing The closest to roses I'm going to get is crying with you in Lafayette Waiting on the fireflies Hanging out a couple of marionettes Marionettes Marionettes Couple Marionettes Couple Marionettes