left town for the cure
for this pale recanting sadness said pure
and it's sick but i count the times
that you've tangled this portion of my restless mind
someday this tide will wash away
someday this tide will wash away
still watching the grayscale fire burn me away
at a modest 900 degrees, reducing me to dust
reduced to dust
jess, they promised you life
came down too secure
with my heart in the palm of your hand,
and your confidence high
on a rainy night
laid down on my doorstep
woke up inside
someday this tide will wash away
someday this tide will wash away
caught up in your fast-track life, you pushed me away
with a hot ten seconds to leave
before my time would come