Is It Bad Luck Or Am I Just Bad At Romance

Come along for the ride

Wash away with the tide

Everything I say is a lie

But you've never heard a hyperbole like me

Are we all doomed

There isn't any room

For lovers

Only for children and mothers

This ship is going down

"But I can see land"

Better to sink than swim

"Thank me later kid"

Kiss you as hypothermia sets in

Water fills our lungs

And as I sink, I scream

"Are we all doomed

There isn't any room

For lovers

Only for children and mothers"