Let the current carry me wherever currents goYou can save your warnings, because I already knowI’ve seen the washed up bodiesTheir compasses rusted shutWho 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 betweenOkay, throw me a lineI know I've gone overboard againI'd love to be saved, not tethered to a safeDo 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 giraffesI’d gladly run from a tiger than hide from myself
