i've waited at the water, a tiny ship without a motor
the steam sits on my nose, and eyes dripping out of focus
they leave my feet to hang, but never stir the surface
i've hoped for the ocean, yet nothing's really worth it.

they christen their boats, break the bottle to my head
and set sail, as brave masters of swollen breath
i'm losing limbs into the swell, clinging to defeat
sea sick from any motion, choking on my teeth.

but the sky is a line, and if i tugged at it
you could come tumbling out just in time
to brighten my life, like the colours would wish
side by my side, two little stones skipped.

she's waited at the water, a little ship without the sail
while wind smears her cheek, heart's hoping for a tale
they leave her hands to hang, but never feel deserving
to hope for the ocean, when

[they christen their boats, break the bottle to my head
and set sail, as brave masters of swollen breath
i'm losing limbs into the swell, clinging to defeat
sea sick from any motion, yet she never quite retreats.]