UnNaMeD
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Last published Thu, Nov 21, 2024
Expectation. What is this?
What do you expect? What do you expect for?
How? I don't know.
What if all goes wrong and everything becomes chaotic?
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There are red spots under your eyes
From when you cry into the sky
Ocean waters rising above your neck, mmm
You feel the glass start to crack
Sailing on a ship in a bottle
Water's leaking through holes in the bottom
Flying flags of ships that have long since
Sat at the floor of the sea, but in defense
You set sail alone, there is no crew
No one on the deck who can help you
This is all your own battle to win
This is your ship and you are the captain
Oh, captain, let's make a deal
Where we both say the things that we both really feel
I feel scared and I'm starting to sink
And I only sink deeper the deeper I think
Oh, captain, make up your mind
Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time
'Cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain
And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane
-Ship in a Bottle, song by Fin Argus
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