These ships have seen rougher waves
In other words, these ships have sailed

I want to drink *** at the helm
I want to tell the ones around me that I feel like king of the world
I want to feel like king of the world

Welcome to the sea port of wrecklessness
We welcome all who are willing to lose themselves in the midst of it all

Gunpowder and ballrooms
We don't take this as serious as we should
I am surrounded by flashing lights and loud bangs
Loose cannons, they are walking the plank just for the hell of it
I have wanted to call this place my home for so long

Now I am finally here and I can't even find the strength to stay calm on these stormy waters

It feels like my ships have sailed
I shouldn't have to feel in charge
I shouldn't be the one to steer the helm
My lungs shouldn't have to bear this
My hands seem so tired
I seem so tired

I have a sailors mouth
but a first mate's broken heart

Welcome to the seaport of warmth
We welcome all who want rehabilitation
Come to us if you need a place to rest your weary head
We will shield you from the flashing lights and loud bangs
I have always called this place my home

I was never as wreckless as I wanted to be

I was never a pirate, I never wanted to be
The sea is as open as my mind
Sometimes it feels nice, other times not so much
I don't remember the last time I wasn't lost

I have been searching for this treasure my whole life, but I can't seem to get out of Davey Jones' Locker

By the time they have all moved on, I will be a hundred feet deep in the dark of the ocean
My ships have sailed