thrown overboard, floated away
our mouths dried out i don’t want to talk about it
i said i would, i said i would,
but will it do me good?
the sun beats down on a floating head
an angel came to see if we’re dead
we’re losing it, we lost our minds,
we drank the brine
the ocean’s playing tricks on us
heavy eyes, darkened skies
we’re on the beach, we’re within reach
the ocean’s playing tricks on us
the sketchy eyes, the blownout skies

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