There's a sea I sometimes find myself treading in,
Sometimes steady, sometimes drowning.
It's hard to stay afloat at times,
And I hallucinate people on ships sailing past me,
Not a care in the world, and I hate them;
Every imagined smile hurts like inhaling the saltwater.
But the worst thing is the monstrous shadow beneath the waves,
Huge and treacherous with eyes like emeralds,
It wants to swallow me whole and drag me down,
Into waters so deep that all becomes black.
And worst of all, when I hear that leviathan's rumbling roar,
I sometimes think it's coming from inside me.

(Tune: “Londonderry Air")

Here in the vista of three hundred years we stand,

Our torches kindled by thy guiding light.

A Pilgrim host, we come to thee from every land,

With joyful hopes, well girded by thy might.

Connecticut, beloved State, all hail to thee;

Tower of might against a flaming sky,

The heav’ns resound with praise, ring out with victory.

God speed you on and all your glories sanctify.

Through summer heat and winter cold thy honor stands,

A bulwark gainst the mighty hosts of sin,

Till love shall spread to earth’s most distant island strands,

And Heaven’s righteous ways o’er evil win.

Connecticut, advancing through the changing years,

May knowledge guide thy sons and daughters fair,

And honor, truth and wisdom banish all our fears,

Connecticut, while we thy many glories share!

The years shall pass across thy mighty mountain walls,

Against the gold of every setting sun,

A newer host, well-born within thy ancient halls,

Shall bear thy standards of new glories won.

Connecticut, our fathers kept thy honor fair,

Thy reach of love they widened to the sea.

We shall keep faith, where they fought; we, too, shall dare,

Connecticut, for aye we pledge our hearts to thee.

What do you do, when you find out
That all your anxiety,
Is reality?
That all of your friends laugh behind your back,
That everyone you care for is telling the joke
Telling the story
Of how you were strong and brave,
Except they left out being strong and brave
And replaced them with foolish and naive
because that's what you get for letting your walls down.

When you meet me; here's what you meet
A blank page with walls built high up
If you're lucky, I'll craft you a window
Maybe a door.

If you've shown your true colours;
I'l maybe, just maybe
Let the walls down.

It's very hard for me to connect with people
My trust issues are often mistaken with my anxiety
But know that I did let you in
A mistake I shouldn't have made

Now as I rebuild my walls up with time and care
I hope you don't feel offended as your true colours
Were nothing but painted over;
An impression you give to others,
A little bit like me
Except I leave no harm on my way
I leave a little bit like the breeze
You feel it, but not too much.

And now, I give you freedom
To tell the story,
If you'll ever remember me
As more than just a passenger in your life
As more than just the one that got away.

The Temptation

The girls in the bar that had floors made of
Stranded schooners timber came and sat by us
Many sailors had drowned here
On their way to Saragossa Sea their blood had
Run in the cracks on the floor
Drip, onto the sea below the colour of crimson
I looked into her eyes an evil goddess with
Green eyes yet I followed her to the rooms at the back
And she laughed when she caught me.