She sold sea shells by the sea shore

I left without a single wave or word in 05 or 04
My regrets keep piling on my shell as I think of you more.
We cross jagged edges again, and for your pearls I melt
Guilt for an unknown loss, for not knowing how I felt
Guilt for thrashing lone against dark world rage
Hurled against time, against a clock ticking ribcage
Now an ocean apart, every meter torturous tangible
My shell no longer cold steel, I hear every beat crackle more frangible
But my always pain, besides prescriptions, has never hurt more
Than when I thought of you and wanted to share yours
Manic or green hell, I feel polar or red, I panic a rainbow of unseen blue
I wish for every never fantasy, to have a reality with you