Anti-Curse

Getting deep I'm out of my depth at a public beach I never listened, I had to see for myself It's coming in waves Shoots through my mind like a pinball straight Friendly fire, point blank Salt in my lungs Holding my breath Making peace with my inevitable death I guess I did alright, considering Tried to be a halfway decent friend Wound up a bad comedian An honest fool with more bad habits than you can count There we were Was anyone ever so young? Breaking curfew with illegal fireworks Unpacking God in the suburbs I'm swimming back Say you don't have to make it bad Just 'cause you know how Writing the words To the worst love song you've ever heard Soundin' out the foreign characters An incantation like an anti-curse Or even a blessing