Borders

I don't want help, I want out with no memories of where or how you followed me in a routine with the sea that I believe is empty. So I don't have a tear for that but I'm glad you have so many. You're paying while I run, you're still crying, well I'm long done. Take notes there's about to be a crime in a tall town injuries consistent with dumbing down in a routine with the sea... Your voice is heaven but you can't sing borders erased, what's gone replaced or anything in a routine with the sea...