my dearest, dearest love
how your patch has blinded you
angle of our rudder you have control of
but not the storm when the sea is greenish blue
so the story goes i was drowning
and my captain, you were dry land
saved me from the waves a-pounding
worry on your face, salvation in your hand
spent our days drifting at sea ever since
designing the biggest, toughest ship of all
and while i wait for all my sins to rinse
into a worse hell i steadily crawl
little regrettable half-truths
disguised lies and pieces of fiction
yet you refuse to take notice of the proof
know that i am a crippling affliction
so i will leave what's left of you at this deck
live, captain, repair your heart of chips
maybe this ship was meant to be a wreck
the best of plans can't save a heart that trips
