Bruises keep me moving,. Abused by your precious pressures. Hopelessly hopeful, romantically numb. Way too close for closure to come. . Around and round we go.
Sail away in sore eyes. Searching for your soul. Further from my shoreline. I pray that your sore eyes float. . And are there any survivors, survivors?.
I'd rather sink then swim. Give up, give in, and let my demons win again.. My whole life I've tried to keep my head above water. And out of the clouds I'm face down on middle ground.