I blew the dust off the cover of the tales of this colossal failure
This sunken ship and tired sailor
The loneliest man on this side of the lake
I thought you were coming but I was too late
I was too late
And this sea is my home, I wanna go home, I got home sickness
This dramamine dose gets less and less and less effective
And I don't feel alive when we're off shore
I take one, I take two, I take three more
I take three more
Seagull wings, papers flying
A library of broken bindings
I read up on it, but I don't know shit
(I read up on it, but I don't know shit)
I got no conclusive findings
Sometimes it comes in waves
Sometimes it goes away
Sometimes it overtakes me
Sometimes I don't feel anything
Sometimes I contemplate
The thought of a crash landing
I'm a castaway who needs a break
I'm the last Miss understanding
And this sea is my home, I wanna go home, I got home sickness
This dramamine dose gets less and less and less effective
And I don't feel alive when we're off shore
I take one, I take two, I take three more
I take three more
I take three more
I take three more
