I climbed in a boat and sailed off to sea, but you did not climb in and sail away with me.
I tired to pick up an oar and hand you the other, but you looked at me, scared and ran for cover.
The rope untied and I drifted away from the dock, I drifted away into a cluster of rocks.
As I lay here washed up on the shore, I ask myself "Could I have done more?"
With my breath shallow and body numb I realize that you and I are done.
But if I look really hard I can see you standing in the sand across the sea. Standing in the sand looking at me.
You dare to ask me how things are when you know damn well what I did to get this far.
I left everything I had to go your way. And that is really all that you can say?
Now I'm stuck here in my little blue boat that we built together. I guess it was a lie when you said forever.
Maybe you weren't ready to sail off with me, but you could have spoken up, said something, you could have warned me.
Well I did get in the boat and I will be the better sailor, but you, to me, you will just be an absolute failure.
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