13 Days After
What do you see beneath the mist?
What do you find when the dew is thick?
Is no one there to haul me in?
Drifting anchorless, I am lost at sea.
I couldn’t see the fading sparks.
I reached for you, but it was all burning ash.
She took my light and made it dim.Am I still asleep, or is this a dream?
I am lost at sea.Is anyone out there to pull me in?
Why did you ever love a man like me?
Now I drift alone in an abandoned creek.
So this is how it feels to sink.
