Anti-Curse

Gettin' deep

I'm out of my depth at a public beach

I never listened, I had to see for myself

It's comin' in waves

Shoots through my mind like a pinball strayed

Friendly fire, point-blank

Salt in my lungs

Holdin' my breath

Makin' 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?

Breakin' curfew with illegal fireworks

Unpackin' God in the suburbs

I'm swimmin' back

See, you don't have to make it bad

Just 'cause you know how

Writin' 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