I am a sailor on a bad sea
where the waves can eat your face
turn your guts around
throw them on the ground
and put your thoughts
in a cold dark place
I'm a sailor with no sunshine
no direction, no north star
no collected dreams
but instead black screams
locked tight in a screw top jar
I'm a sailor with no future
no anchor to keep me still
so I'll drift away
through another day
to the next and then until
I'm a sailor sunk and scuttled
alone on a cold sea bed
empty sails now hang
with some words I sang
in their rotting state of dead
I'm a sailor on a dead sea
I'm a sailor full of grief
if the god of seas
catches me
it would be a great relief
I'm was a sailor with a broken heart
that broke again on a distant shore
now I'm lost and drifting
and no ones listening
to this sailor anymore
I am a sailor on a bad sea
with no sign of land at all
just the crashing of my memories
as the ghosts inside me call
I'm a sailor drifting aimlessly
to a port that isn't there
when the eight bells ring
it doesn't mean a thing
and I'm not sure if I care
I'm a sailor with a lost cause
my navigation is up the spout
no one follows me
on this torrid sea
that won't allow me to sail out.
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