Library of Broken Bindings

I blew the dust off the cover of the tales of this colossal failure

This sunken ship and tired sailor

The loneliest man on this side of the lake.

I thought you were coming, but I was too late. I was too late.

And this sea is my home. I wanna go home. I got home sickness.

This dramamine dose gets less and less and less and less effective

And I don’t feel alive when we’re off shore

I take one, I take two, I take three more. I take three more.

I got caught in the rudder and my sails lost their wind, I'm an anchor.

And it ripped me up like I was paper.

Life preserver, underpaid.

I was busy drowning, you were standing in place. Standing in place.

And this sea is my home. I wanna go home. I got home sickness.

This dramamine dose gets less and less and less and less effective

And I don’t feel alive when we’re off shore

I take one, I take two, I take three more. I take three more.

Sometimes it comes in waves, Sometimes it goes away

Sometimes it overtakes me. Sometimes I don’t feel anything

Sometimes I contemplate. The thought of a crash landing

I’m a cast away who needs a break

I’m the last miss understanding

And this sea is my home. I wanna go home. I got home sickness.

This dramamine dose gets less and less and less and less effective

And I don’t feel alive when we’re off shore

I take one, I take two, I take three more. I take three more.