First day at sea and I've already found an old friend in the middle of the Atlantic tonight. Perspective is more than obsolete at this point. Inherit me. Someone make a copy of my key to unlock this mess later.
Appropriately under dressed and alone. I just want to see you smile one more time before I close my eyes. I'm afraid of never waking up. Just keep me busy beyond my heart.
I have been time framed, but please don't change. I just want this to be normal. Shaking hands hold what's left in place. I'm more embarrassed than you are by myself.
I can't even keep these feelings down. Swallowing every last hope, and throwing everything but my hands up.
"The songs you grow to like, never stick at first. I'm writing you a chorus."
Sometimes the best lines are written for you, not by you. I'm humbled by each and every second that we've spent.
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