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Redefining what you think is courtesy 
This sinking ship we've found
Remains the perfect metaphor 
In all the worst ways 

You're already in my head
You're the antithesis of life advice I give myself 

But I could be sinking deeper
I could be hurting more with your knife in my back 
And my back against the wall 

(We both know I think of you
Ten times more than you think of me)

But how could I confess 
When this ship is sinking anyways?
 
This sinking ship we've found
Reminds me of us 
In the best possible way 

Making the best out of a dire situation

But I could be sinking faster 
And I could be hurting more 
With your knife in my throat 
And your voice in my head 
It holds more power than my own at this point 

But I could be sinking deeper
And I could be lost within the thoughts of you in my mind
But of course I'm not,
That's why I'm writing a poem about you 

Reel me back,
I'm dreaming too big again
Maybe I like to pretend that you're imagining this too

Making the best of a dire situation,
I'm always too lost for my own good

In fact, I'm drowning in deeper waters 
Then this sinking ship we've found 

(We both know I think of you
Infinitely more than you'll ever think of me)

But that's okay
Cause for what it's worth
I always could be sinking faster

How could I confess
When this ship is sinking anyways?

How could confess 
When this ship is sinking anyways?

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