You know I've just been warming up,
I hate how much I've been doing this,
Know every word gets just a little hotter as it now burns into the wood.
And that just can't happen because my home is a ship,
And the day I'll burn through all the walls.
You know how I get,
I scribble every little thing down,
And I just can't stop now.
You can't stop it because,
My heart needs it's cleaning,
In order to stay pumping,
Don't worry I'm not scared,
Because yes I am sailing the open ocean,
And I can't quite swim.
But never will I be alone,
Because everything up until the moment I fall into the icy waters,
Has been poured out,
And shared with the lot of you.