You’re a shipwreck,
And you’re dragging me under.
The only downfall in sight,
Is that I’m not trying to fight the tide.
If you were a car crash,
A thunderstorm,
Something I had the hopes of surviving,
This would be so much different.
If you were a cancer,
Any other disease,
Something I could catch,
Then I would not succumb.
I wouldn’t be trying to jump ship,
Finding I’m being washed away,
And the only thing that keeps me afloat,
Are the planks from you, the ship.
You’re a shipwreck,
And I’m being washed ashore,
But by the time they find me,
I won’t fighting be anymore.
