The Coward's Way Out

Like to say you're the only lover
Ever sailed the ocean of corruption
The only one who's ever been adrift on frozen seas
Shortwave's full of voices
And they're all singing out their sob stories
If pressed, I'd say you're not as bad as I'd have you be

And these notebooks are the coward's way out

Like to drown you in the ocean that you made from those mud puddles
Leave you there to drift awhile on the purple waves
See your body washed up on the golden shores of my deception
(I learned a long, long time ago to sing things I would never say)

And you can't blame me
If I never learned how to let it go

Like to say that you're the one to blame
And I'm absolved from guilt
But I'm the one who's always waking face-down in the sand
Like to build your memories all along that white-washed beach
But high tide never was so kind to things that could not stand