Things haven’t gotten any better
Things haven’t gotten any worse
since i’ve last written to (or about) you
it’s just been static

you’re an ocean away and content,
i’m shipwrecked on an island,
with lions that consume my bravery and courage, leaving me as a fearful and weakened dreamer,

and every once in a while I write a letter to you and put it in a bottle,
never with the intention of rescue, but with the hope of a response

I'll wait patiently for a message from you, that I know will never arrive,
I'll wait patiently for a message from you, that I know-