We treat mishaps like sinking ships, and
I know that I don’t want to be out to drift
Well, I can see it in your eyes, like I taste your lips, and
They both tell me that we’re better than this
I’m scared. What’s happened to us? I can’t seem to find us anymore. I reach out and reach out and we’re just not there. I’m frightened. I’m a frightened child. I hate this rain. Sometimes I see me dead in it.