Days roll by like fragile coasts.
You'll bite the neck of what you love the most.
You'll drown the thing that makes you choke
and live in the ocean away from the coast.
And all you'll see is a fleeting thing,
another ship passing by in the middle of a daydream.
And you'll eat well and feel your soul swell inside you
then you'll die full with your days lost behind you.
I miss a face, a familiar thing.
But what I have to realize is that we're just ships passing
and looking for different coastlines.
As days roll by you're more like a ghost.
You'll bite the neck of what you love the most.
It's a tidal wave, a ferris wheel.
You're a kid crying wolf in a secluded field.
I miss a face, a familiar thing.
But what I have to realize is that we're just ships passing
and looking for different coastlines.

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