I knew it was over when you stopped feeling like home,
when your lips started to taste bitter,
when the butterflies went quiet.
As I’m leaving the shore, I can see you crying on the beach.
I’m going on a journey, loneliness in my bundle,
lighter than I’ve ever been.
All you can see is a pirate, sailing away with your heart in their hands.
All you can hear is the roar of the waves tearing us apart.
All you can feel is the sharpness of the chill wind.
You’ll survive, I however will probably drown, lured by the sirens.