Storm

The storms so near and you left me here,
how the the fuck should I row this boat,
look at me now , as I circulate,
with the cyclone, taking me down its throat.

You really see this ? do you fucking like it?,
look how water bleeds into my boat,
it has spoilt all the papers that you gave me,
I'll put em in a bottle, so that they stay afloat.

I'll also write down how you made me feel,
and how you suddenly left me when I needed you with me,
I'll also write down your address on the note,
and then I know i'll have to go down with the boat.

Maybe it's not you , maybe you're not wrong,
regardless of that, I am now dying in the storm,
I wish I was , not but so alone,
that I too could get in the bottle and make it our home.