You've always wanted the things you cannot have
To plunder foreign soil
But unfortunately for you, dear, the smell of your perfume doesn't even make me turn my head anymore
It's clear to me now that you've got your mind on distant shores
Scent may be the closest sense tied to memory
But when I close my eyes and think of how you once made me feel alive
I shake my head
For the wasted time
For the hours spent
Trying to capture an "I love you,"
From a siren across the sea.