All the blips of the sinking ships
Are all sinking into your skin
And I'm getting older as my hair goes white
And I can not light up the dark

And all the violent waves
The violent waves

I haven't left the house in 100 years
And you haven't left yours in 100 hours
And we can't keep our hands
Out of our own mouths
See the horrible habits we acquire
And all the rawest thumbs
From gnawing on them
And rowing hard

You're a nervous wreck
I'm a nervous wreck
You're a nervous wreck

And how my stomach burns
But only at night
When the moon is bright
And I have dreams about bears
With the reddest mouths
But your arms are warm
And your legs are wrapped around
And the sound of your heart
The unsteady sound

I will slow it down