I've grown bored and I've grown ready to crash this ship into the jetties, to break my bones against these rocks. My lap's been run, and I've been clocked. Its been running far too long, I may be young but I'm far gone. Don't waste your words, no not on me, because all I'm left are guilty pleas. And guilty thoughts and guilty pleas. Leave me hanging, let me bleed.
Don't bring me back, don't bring me home, to the places that I've known, to the faces that have shown it's from them that I've outgrown. Don't bring me home, don't bring me back, don't reel me in, just cut my slack. Let me float so far off track. I'm shipwrecked bound and that's a fact.
Forget my words, forget my name. Forget my anger, fear and shame. Forget this ringer I put you through. Forget I breathed the same air as you. I searched for hope and found dismay. I traded hope for evil ways. These heavy anchors rule my day. Set me free, let me float away. Can't wash these hands, they're stained for good. I never tried, although I should.
I felt so high I did not think that all good things must start to sink, that all good flesh must start to stink. So let's get drunk and drive off the brink.