& if you've heard rumors they probably were true/ a sucker for Norman Bates, the sickest girl you knew/ for we have been drowning since the day that we were born/ taught to be your life vest inside the killer storm.

like anchors to victims you were my precious hymn/ the water on my face the race your fingers swim/ a leaf in the Gulf Stream, borne reluctantly toward lust/ your promises lifelines that soon crumble to dust.

(chorus) I'm here in my yellow boat/ afloat on an angry ocean/ what am I doing here?/ these channels are new to me/ I wanna dissolve into you/ like the salt into the sea/ I am about to drown/ are you coming for me?

you promised me pleasures & treasures from the deep/ a pirate's gold guineas, the life in a coral reef/ you told me you'd change & for a moment I had hope/ but when I cried you threw me both ends of the rope. (chorus)

for you I sailed the seven seas/ left Mexico for your stale breeze/ bailed your boat til my fingers bled/ & the waters were above my head/ I traded sturdy seaside floors/ for the shifting sands that you adore/ so much sunk below your moat/ at least I learned to float...

now I am a creature of wave & spray & foam/ just out of your doldrums but still so far from home/ no guide but horizon & my raft has sprung a leak/ the water is inky as I find my breath to speak. (chorus)

are you coming for me?

Copyright (c) 2000 by Beth Kinderman. This is my original work, so please respect it.