old lace

glossed over

did you notice i've been lost at sea?

my mind's an island drinking deeper from the ship's debris

here's some driftwood for the fire

here's the spark beneath the spire

well

despite a tendency for standards

i'm a second guess

i've trained my vision to retire if the world's a mess

so when the wreckage pulls me under

i'll

slow my breathing to the tide beneath the covers

and set sail

sailing much too slow

a sudden swell

swallowing me whole

an old boat for new lows

well

let me carry you through

past the old lace and ivory

the tall grass and ivy

the light of the moon

we'll hide between dunes and lay to ruin

set sail

sailing much too slow

a sudden swell

swallowing us whole

an old boat for new lows