Without the bond of thinking,
Finding myself parked in the last place I want to be
Under the illusion, under the influence,
I'd hoped I'd soon piss away
I could stay behind, failing that I could stay
Lost in this hope all day
Letting at memories, letting at wrists, fill my hands
Till they fade

It was my understanding,
That I could've parted this tide in two
But I just reddened the beech
Now I flow myself empty of all, but you
And I bleed down to the sea

Brine and blood let me be