counting boats out in the harbor i was content just doing that they kept multiplying time and again setting out and coming back
then the days started getting shorter all the boats stayed in their docks months passed by in numbing order they sky went blue then grey then black
can’t you see it sucks the life right out of me i know your shoulders weigh a ton it’s plain to see it sucks the life right out of me your lightbulb’s not the sun
my friend moved out to the desert bought a car and found a job out there water’s an oasis who would waste their time on that