I wrote you a letter on the back of a postcard,
The postcard showed you of this beautiful weather,
It's a shame that the image wasn't reality,
Cause it just keeps raining on this coastline.
The sand is now mud and I'm trudging along,
So I picked up a stick and wrote you a song,
It told of a tale of heartache and despair,
As both of my finger break in your hair.
As the wind picked up the trees they moved,
I'm looking towards the light of the moon.
I'm comfortable enough to let myself go,
But till that day I'll have to let you know.
Love is shipwrecked just off the coastline,
I can taste the air but I cannot breathe,
As I sail this ocean with my paddles of lust,
I crumble underneath these waves of dust.
On your bedroom floor I can feel the current,
Emotions come close but torn away by a rip.
I'm losing sleep as the bow starts to turn,
My heart is a anchor and your tearing apart!
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