This vessel is sinking faster than your breathing

Current mood: hurt


Give me the feeling of feeling (what the hell are we doing?) You make me all pins and needles - like a hand that’s fallen asleep from the same old motions. We put signs on one another’s back. Entertainment value. Only ours say “save me” and its almost too late. You don’t have a life (preserver). Somehow that’s my fault. Blame me for mine. What a joke (I stay half drowned). In love with my rescuer (so far he’s done a shitty job). Threaten to leave but what’s the point of walking the plank on a sinking ship? If we go down we do it together. Choke on our regret. 69 in the cruelest fashion. We’ve found treasure though and our skeletons are buried deep. This ship will decorate the bottom of the sea and flood our heads with hate.

One last glance/moment/chance. Do we plug the leak or jump ship?