lipstick scrawled on forearms
forewarns of a late night stake out
gone by morning but digits remain
scarlet letters on skin mapped in minds
im a port in a storm
convenience never meant more on high seas
oars out, this captain aint going down
not with this ship (oh no, not you)
well set sail anchor up
conquerers of hearts and dreamers of dreams
youre sleeping in beds unmade
and these sheets wont see light
not until youre gone
left nothing but your perfume
its more than i asked for (you always were)
so heres how im doing, just fine without you
on the outside
storms are brewing i see shores
well wreck this ship and leave it burning
this captain aint going down
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