What if I were to ask you to be my infinity?
My always?
Would that be too much?
Would you say yes?
What if I were to ask you to be my future?
My success?
What if?

Theres plenty of fish in the sea.
But at least take the hook out of my mouth
before tossing me back in the ocean.

Blistered hands, blistered feet
Hit hard and left confused
Is the rocking boat or the betrayal
making me sick?
The salt water on my cheeks
either came from the ocean or my eyes
But what difference does it make

Blistered hands, blistered feet
Broken heart
Two thousand miles couldn't soften the blow