I will take enough to last me years
I'm sorry but it's impossible to work here
I'll take sharp enough knives if all goes wrong
to carve my thoughts into what I'm floating on.
You have enough problems, no need to fix mine
I'm sorry to waste so much of your time
you may keep everything of ours
I'll find a muse in the stars.
Maybe it's just that I have grown cold
maybe I've lost sight of all my hands used to hold
let the waves wash over me, I will try my luck at sea
I just wanted to be something ... but it's time
to be moving on, to accept all that's wrong.
If you make it out alive and alone
may the calmest seas keep you afloat
should the current send you drifting
may the sun shine bright to keep you from freezing.
I'll be on my own floating out to sea
out towards the setting sun and smiling
longing to see the stars more clearly
thinking of you when the sharks come to get me.
Maybe it's just that I've become tired
maybe I've lost hope in all that had me inspired
let the ocean embrace me, I will have more luck at sea
you just wanted to help me ... but it's time
to be letting go, to give up all that I own.
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