If you find my empty jacket
washed up on the shore
I might have gone for a swim
I'm not coming home
I'm fighting with shadows
the bob and the weave
is making me nauseous
come find me
Take my arms, my teeth, my toes.
Take my hand now, I'm ready to go.
Take my nails, my stuttering paws.
Take me home, I'm not scared to go.
If we sew each other's lips shut
It would be the loudest sound
We could make without saying a word
Hear me now
If we sever the ties
with a sickening snap
You can swim out way way too far
and never look back
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