Ashore

Seems as though youre coming up roses
And the truth has a habit falling out of your mouth
Youre the cabin fever while I row
There aint no harbor to sorrow
Pull the lever overthrow me
Ill swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
Even if Im sore, I look for you
Ill run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
And even if I frown, I look for you
A bottle without a map
You left me here with the math
That you cant even solve
Hollow overboard, leaderless hoard
How do we even move forward?
Ill swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
Even if Im sore, I look for you
Ill run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
And even if I frown, I look for you
Ill swim ashore , pick myself up from the sand
Even if Im sore, I look for you
Ill run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
And even if I frown, I look for you