Trouble At Sea

This is dedicated to the one I loved The hospital truths that are never spoken White tape and hazy drugs A look from the past Presuming the unpresumed You have rattled the ships beneath the murky waves You are riding the storm In my name, my clothes, my badges of honour Grasping at my source And choking me dry So I’ll leave you with the TV The widescreen The lost hopes and dreams The dream home My land and bone You can have the furniture The flat packs that we made The lost weekends full of remorse The lies you fed me to pretend that you cared The debris in my heart it clears And now I see That you cannot take any more from me