Waves that come and go
You're always watching from afar
And even though you let me drown
It's all so very hard
Breaking in the ceiling, yeah
It doesn't make much sense
While each victim you can't tuck away
Never comes around again
Everything you say, it ages
All fossils in the end
Brush away the dust, it's nothing
Souvenirs to mend
Your souvenirs to mend
Something borrowed, something blue
There's nothing left at all
To beat down what was once confused
All to meet with your withdrawls