sailing song.

i've loosened my lips to sink your ship
that seemed to be sailing so smoothly.

the rough waters that were my words
tumbled about and thrashed and crashed
and your poor ship, so carefully tended,
was upended, not to be mended.
darling, you're no yellow bird.

of anchor and ships,
of ankles and slips
tangled together and thrown on the floor
(to think, i'd become your paper-back whore!)
of anchors and ships,
of ankles and slips
tangled together no more.

i've untied my tongue
and your sails you've hung
but freedom is not without consequences
so we build up our fences
you pull up your anchor,
i tuck in my ankles
and away we go, off to the sea
me without you
and you without me.

of anchor and ships,
of ankles and slips
tangled together and thrown on the floor
(to think, i'd become your paper-back whore!)
of anchors and ships,
of ankles and slips
tangled together no more.


i think you'll drown out there at sea.
i'm drowning myself in peppermint tea
so i'll document everything that went wrong
dear, we just didn't belong.
wind to your sails, darling,
dead men tell no tales.
 
of anchor and ships,

of ankles and slips
tangled together and thrown on the floor
(to think, i'd become your paper-back whore!)
of anchors and ships,
of ankles and slips
waving goodbye at the door.

of anchors and ships,
of ankles and slips
tangled together,
they tangle together,
we'll tangle together no more.