Demons at the Docks

You've got me traversing down 49th like I'm homeless and desolate

You've got me feeling nothing but hopelessly desperate

And I'm walking to the words of another because I'm too accustomed to my own

My awful brand of pessimism, but I'm reaping what I've sown

The seeds of good things that won't grow, cuz I neglected to nurture them

Now I'm hoping to build on a white light at the end of the tunnel, it's further than

I can walk with these weak feet of mine; I want wheels to whisk me away

And leave you behind at the speed of light; you're a risk that I can't take

Cuz there's too much at stake

You'll turn a bend to a break

You're the sea and I am the sailor whos too damn scared to drown.

I'm dropping anchor on every failure that runs this ship aground

I'm a wreck these days and you're not to blame, although I'd love to pin this on you

This is just the way that I operate, my modus operandi, my strong first move

But I lack the finishing touch of the great ones, I don't have that finesse

To turn a goal into a celebration, to turn a failure to success

And these nights I get no rest

I'm like a man possessed

You're the sea and I am the sailor whos too damn scared to drown

I'm dropping anchor with every failure that runs this ship aground

You're the vessel and I am the captain, but I've forgotten how to steer.

I'm off course, and of course this happened;

You're the uncharted waters I fear.

I'm trying to figure a way to dock in your harbor,

But I've got demons to port and ghosts to starboard.

Bad decisions at my back, ripping holes in my sails.

Then there's you with a face that never fails.

And I can feel that anchor dropping again...