Death Wish

Now i know you like,

I know my self,

I still don't know much else,

You race towards the future,

I'm slow as a kettle,

And we waltz on a tilted world,

Torn socks, and all those frills.

Your gait like a mares is,

And mine like a drunk sailor

Sailor fumbling, towards a dark future,

And what are we doing now,

In a world, a world half broken,

Going through half, just half of the motions.

And what makes a man, you ask,

Strong limbs or his feathered cap?

Well i just say none of that,

Surely it's you, cause i had a death wish,

A coal cart to a dark abyss,

I choked in a gasp of it,

And then i found you.

Such a brave swimmer,

And you pulled me with you,

And where are we going now,

In a world, a world half broken,

Back to the ocean,

The open ocean.