lost at sea

what a creative title.

"i'm propelled across the water
by waves of self hate.
you wouldn't believe
the rifts they create.

and between each go,
my drift becomes slow,
and i sit and i smile
and i wait.

i am crossing quite the ocean,
a damp and dreary hell,
each dot on the horizon
is another spiteful swell.

it's significantly wetter
than i thought that hell would be,
but i could probably make it better
if i stopped crying out the sea.

ooh,
you wait on the shore.
i will not look back anymore.

ooh,
you wait in the sand.
but it's easier to me
to be lost at sea
than be lost without your hand.

i am sailing ever braver
into lands unknown.
i am drawing out the map
of the ways that i have grown.

though my eyes still sting,
the salty air helps me sing,
and the ocean is mine
alone.

ooh,
you wait on the shore.
i will not look back anymore.

ooh,
you wait in the sand.
but it's easier to me
to be lost at sea
than be lost without your hand.

and i finally understand."