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