It could've been one second, or a million years
Time is illusory, pushed to the side
I miss every one I've ever loved
The ones that don't even remember my name
In these days beyond what I've left behind
I feel like a sailor, standing on the docks
I'm watching the white-cloth sails unfurl
Every ship is leaving the harbor
All full of adventure and hope
All moving forward
I'm left behind to sustain myself on memories
To live life alone in a place I hate
My heart is on the open seas
But my feet are on land
I'm not unhappy
I'm not happy
I'm just here, stuck in between everything.