All at Sea

You talk of your past,

As if you're future lasts,

But I'd trade with you appendages,

To hold half of what you've grasped

But we look, we look back to a time where

We all knew the words, and we were lost,

And we were all at sea,

But this is not the end, no,

This is not the start of something beautiful,

It's the death of something great

Now to bite the hand that feeds means

Nothing more to me,

And if that makes a child then,

I guess we all agree

But we look, we look back to a time where

We all knew the words, and we were lost,

And we were all at sea,

But this is not the end, no,

This is not the start of something beautiful,

I tried my best but I can see

That you were never really

Ever listening to me.

I tried my best but I can see

That you were never really

Ever listening to me.

I tried my best but I can see

that you were never really

ever listening to me.

Are you even listening?

Because I'm not really sure

Are you even listening?

Because I'm not really sure

Are you even listening?

Because I'm not really sure