Scuttle the Ship

The seas I sail are haunted now
The tide has turned, the wind turned cold, and the sky turned black
Memories are ghosts that drag me down
Into the deep dark depths from whence there is no turning back

My little lonely boat broke
The waves crashed over and I fell into the dark
I was sailing off to find you somewhere
Off to find the cure for the common cold heart

I have your picture in my head
And I keep it safe and warm and exceptionally well-lit
If I drown here beneath and end up dead
I hope you know that I will still remember it

My little lonely heart broke
The wreckage was beyond repair and I was drowned
Without a lighthouse out there to call me home
Washed up on some distant shore, lost even if I’m ever found

There were so many chances to turn around
There were so many signs of these rough waters
And the warnings in the stars that were shining their brightest to
Lead me back to something led me back to you

My little lonely world broke
The concept of self was blown into pieces on the floor
Everything I ever thought I knew or believed
Seemed so baseless the moment I woke up to so much more

There’s a swift breeze in this simplicity
Leading me back to you
There’s a salt-air sunrise and a red sky at night
Such delight in simple truths