Shut up and sing it with me.

Make no apology,

And step the fuck away

On my authority,

Crash and burn,

Young & loaded .

The aftermath is secondary

And that, was all I need to make my day, my week, and probably much more than that.

This time I might.

To ask the sea for answers .

Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck,

But I
But I
But I
But I
But I don't want you.
 And don't want me.


THESE.
GAMES. 
ARE NOTHING. 

You can say I told you so,
If you wanted me to go.

And you're probably just too good.

I just wanted you to know.