by Dave Eisenberg

Created on: April 24, 2008

Fish swim to meet the surface from the bottom of a barrel
Like love drunk kids at the bottom of a stairwell
When at first glance, it seems they're swearing forever
But they're just brightly colored fish, at the bottom of a barrel

If ever at the top, of this adulterous barrel
It was love just for the fun, because we always meant well
If at first glance you thought I swore forever
Remember that it's bleak at the bottom of this barrel

There is only so much room at the bottom of my barrel
So to brightly colored fish, to the top you'll find your own hell
Where I sit and swim we only swear forever
We're the plainly colored fish, at the bottom of our barrel

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