I'll continue to wish
That whatever I say
Is coated in sugar
to show you the way
I'm being serious this time
I've opened my mouth in ways I'm sure to regret
But giving up is the easiest way to forget.
This pack of ghosts won't leave me alone
Singing those songs that recall my former home
Turning my warmest nights to freezing cold
Once-golden portraits become so fragile and old.
Just because I've sunk a ship
That doesn't make it useless
Please be there when this thing lands
We all need helping hands.