Save your words, ill let them float into the harbor. Is it hard when you run from what haunts you? Decisions, you can’t make one to save your life.
And I can't help you I tried. How does it feel when you can't find the words to say?
We lie in wait and dwell on things that we cannot change. Why? There's no answer.
I thought I knew you, but lately I don't know myself. Begin to question, when the things you care for dissipate.
There's so much distance and confusion it burdens me, It wasn't all your fault; I know some of it was me.
Was there a way to save this sinking ship?Or did we care too much, about what other people said. Are we still drowning in this?Are we still?
Can’t save what doesn't exist. Are we still?