this man lives in the ocean

he puts his favourite clothes on

and drifts away day after day

and you can't hear me call

this man needs a direction

you want my blind affection

and i'm not sorry that i came

i stayed too long that's all



and you're a bad habit

glad of it

i'm not so sure i can help you

sad for it

thanks for it

i'm not so sure i can make you



stop your crying it's not helping

stop your crying it's no help

did you still think that my love

could make you special



pulled me in on a high tide

how well you hid your flipside

it won't do to comfort you

each time you cough or call

you think i wanted to use you

complex issues just confuse you

you don't care you're unaware

how far these things can fall


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