the telling tale of a pirate girl

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