Sink, Florida, Sink

Not one more word tonight... Between here and there. Well put a distance the size of the ocean So now his heart can be a skipping rhythm. As the cadence carries me... I almost drift away... Far enough to forget That when it comes you cannot hesitate. And when found I will write On account and seal it in an envelope Addresed...to your last known residence... And we sink and we drown... And what is lost can never be found. Will these arms did swim, Until the lungs pulled in. The panic was lost in a deep understanding That you will see what is wrong with everything... What is wrong with you and me... They make all the right reasons to fuck it up... You gotta fuck it up.