SIRENS CALL.

SIRENS CALL.

And as I'm standing there expiring

I watch as your eyes start wonderfully perspiring

I learn to accept that why I was drowning

It wasn't you; it wasn't her

It wasn't the sirens silent crowning

it was myself pulling me under

It was me who trashed my wonder

But as I gasp for air 

You start laughing

You had shown me every ounce of care

And you watch me step up to these waves that trap me

You throw your hand of lead

And see my wounded arm

I sink upon the ocean bed

Its cold, its dark, and no one is there