I'll continue to wish That whatever I say Is coated in sugar to show you the way I'm being serious this time I've opened my mouth in ways I'm sure to regret But giving up is the easiest way to forget.
This pack of ghosts won't leave me alone Singing those songs that recall my former home Turning my warmest nights to freezing cold Once-golden portraits become so fragile and old.
Just because I've sunk a ship That doesn't make it useless Please be there when this thing lands We all need helping hands.