Seaweed

Would you prefer a stone
That i chose for you?
That lay on a beach
Was just a sea of stone
Wasn't meant for you
Jumped into my eyes
Choice of millions
Would you prefer a stone
From your window?
It walks through the streets
Feeling young and tense
The city had to swallow mine for you
`cos it's so much strain
Choice of only a few

Would you prefer a look
That was contrived?
Or a look that says how i [ ? ] with you?
I have no plans in my mind
Just kind of go
Go with you

A hello or a goodbye?
My mind is something i don't know
The truth, why should i lie?
Just kind of go
Go with you