T H E O C E A N

What I'm listening to at the moment:

"The Ocean" by The Bravery



I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
At all of the lives that I never have led
There's one where I stayed with you, across the sea
I wonder do you still think of me
I carry your image always in my head
Folded and yellowed and torn at the edge
And I've look upon it for so many years
Slowly I am losing your face

Oh the ocean rolls us away, away, away
The ocean rolls us away

Sixes and sevens we live on jet planes
And so many faces I don't know the names
So many friends now and none of them mine
Forgotten as soon as we meet
All of these moments are lost in time
But you're caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
To forever torment me and I wonder why
Do I wish I'd never known you at all

Oh the ocean rolls us away, away, away
The ocean rolls us away

Oh the ocean rolls us away, away, away
The ocean rolls us away

The sun and the moon
An ocean of air
So many voices
But nothing is there
But the ghost of you asking me why
Why did I leave

Oh the ocean rolls us away, away, away
The ocean rolls us away

Oh the ocean rolls us away away away

And I lose your hand through the waves

"The Ocean" by The Bravery


The ocean rolls me away from my coral. And I'm a fish who wants to swim in larger seas. I don't want to lose him, but faster than the waves reaching the shore, I am losing myself. I used to want him, but never have I entertained the idea that we would end up together. And now that I have him, I don't know what to do with it. I wasted so much time, wasted away myself in so much booze, and I got exhausted from all of it. Other than the murky fishbowl and the almost daily beer fest, we can't seem to find other common grounds. Guilt-stricken, a picture of me, him holding my hand, and my head looks back to who I used to be, and the life I should be leading. And it tears me apart, whenever he tells me he loves me and I can't say it back without having this doubt if it would come out as a lie. I like him, but it's not enough to say it's love. But I want our relationship to work out. He fought for me, he stayed in the murky fishbowl, traded better things just so he could be with me. It makes it so hard for me to stand on two opposing poles. Balance, they say, but I can't seem to find it.


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