Let the current carry me wherever currents go
You can save your warnings, because I already know
I’ve seen the washed up bodies
Their compasses rusted shut
Who cares to read my foolish life as noble?
I don’t believe in good or bad. Who’s to say what that means?
There’s only life and death and the sickness in between
Okay, throw me a line
I know I've gone overboard again
I'd love to be saved, not tethered to a safe
Do I feel bad because things are fucked up, or do I fuck things up because I feel so bad?
I long for the problems of gazelles and giraffes
I’d gladly run from a tiger than hide from myself
