Texty: Forgive Durden. No Ace, Just You.

I seem to have severed everything
From ties to knots I've bound
But no matter how articulated
Words could not have reached salvation
Cast me to this lonely island
Where I will forever live crestfallen

These heels, so used to sandy beaches are now
Ready for solid ground and rain clouds
These palm trees were never inviting
My pocket watch stopped and I am dying
For stars that line your coast
You are my torture

These leaves can't help but hear these things.
It turns fruit rotting
This tide brings salt-soaked memories
When freshwater life is all I need
All is never fair in love and war
These are the things that kings die for

These heels, so used to sandy beaches are now
Ready for solid ground and rain clouds
These palm trees were never inviting
My pocket watch stopped and I am dying
For stars that line your coast
You are my torture, are my torture

I'll be floating out at sea
Waiting for periscopes to spot my worn body
I'll be floating out at sea
Belly up, all I see are birds flying free

I'll be floating out at sea
Waiting for periscopes to spot my worn body
I'll be floating out at sea
Belly up, all I see are birds