Spill

Spill me out on the floor

I don’t want to be drunk anymore

Bent over on the side

Of the 5 cause i can’t afford

The hundred-dollar fine

At least see me to the door

Or don’t you give a shit anymore

‘cause i’m casual it’s cool

And this conversation’s really just a tool

To get you where you wanna go

To get you where you wanna go

Quote me pages from the book

You say defines you but i can

Tell by the look on your face

You’re still waiting to be saved

I might be good at that

But i’m really trying to change

Not just get you where you wanna

Not just get you where you wanna

I can’t get you where you wanna…

All of this to say

That all i want to be

Is chosen from the room

And shown out to the sea

Pointed across the water

To the places i can go

Like a mother to her daughter

In case she didn’t know

That her maritime dreams

Aren’t so in her mind

That all of this concrete

Is better left behind