This man lives in the ocean
He puts his favourite clothes on
And drifts away day after day
And you can't hear me call
This man needs a direction
You want my blind affection
And I'm not sorry that I came
I stayed too long that's all
And you're a bad habit
Glad of it
I'm not so sure I can help you
Sad for it
Thanks for it
I'm not so sure I can make you
Stop your crying it's not helping
Stop your crying it's no help
Did you still think that my love
Could make you special
Pulled me in on a high tide
How well you hid your flipside
It won't do to comfort you
Each time you cough or call
You think I wanted to use you
Complex issues just confuse you
You don't care you're unaware
How far these things can fall
