Against the tide
Currents drag me off the coastal lines
Arms are flailing, intentional, in spite
Final glance of his sickened smile
The liquid salt fills up my lungs
A methaphor of the frail mind
The terror of the rest of my live beckons
Here's a toast to wavering pipe dreams and hopelessness
Currents drag me off the coastal lines
Arms are flailing, intentional, in spite
Final glance of his sickened smile
The liquid salt fills up my lungs
A methaphor of the frail mind
The terror of the rest of my live beckons
Here's a toast to wavering pipe dreams and hopelessness
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