Pirate

Well maybe next year
After sixteen bottles of tears have run clear
We'll remember how it feels to be nothing
Never have been something
And I saw the morning
Mountains spreading up to clouds
I'm coming down
I'm coming down

Well now I feel like a Pirate
So I'll see you on the seven seas
Salt water soaking porcelain teeth
And all the children fast asleep
And fuck nostalgic memories
Think I'll just say good morning, please

And I mixed up Mondays
With something difficult to take
Mosaic forms keep taking shape
She got let go with bitter taste

And for a moment
My feet they lifted off the street
My friends they try to sedate me
I'm almost there just a few feet
Meet the boys who wear the blue jeans
And talk sweet talk like on TV
But hold on I cannot see
And hold on I cannot breathe
Just give it a moment please
A moment please
A second please

Well maybe next year
After sixteen bottles of tears have run clear
We'll remember how it feels to be nothing
Could have been something
And I saw the morning
Mountains spreading up to clouds
I'm coming down
I'm coming down



Credits
Writer(s): Elena Goluboff
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