We went walking on the ocean
it wasn’t even summer yet
a little cold, we were happy, I was seventeen years old
He wrote on a box of shells we found
said "keep this around"

that box is gone now
somewhere between inhumane moves
and people I don’t talk to anymore
but inside of me
it stays
drowning in the dream

I’ve always loved the water
always the first to dip my toes
no matter how cold
and even now, id go wandering in deep waters unknown
barefoot
still
wishing to grow
up
but I'm always drowning
in the dream

I love with all my heart.
until he shows me who he really is
and then I wonder if
my father was the last man
who ever truly loved me

grief sits beneath my eyes
a broken heart is
too heavy to pick up
and fly
and I really try.
god, do I try.
but I always find myself
unable to walk steady
Maybe I'm not
one for the land

I’m always drowning in the dream
lipstick smeared in titanic movie scenes
Pretty words and a golden helping hand
But it all turns to quicksand
cant stay steady for too long
maybe I'm not one for the land

sea gentle and soft, then a storm on the brink
Love in white lace and dads handwriting in black ink
I try to run, I try to stand...
But baby, I may not be
one for the land

Im always drowning in the dream