I have spent my entire life in this boat
which I have been trying to keep afloat
even though it has been sending me sick.
All my friends have been hitting the road,
so with only my foolish self on board
it has been swiftly sinking like a brick.
I can't find the strength to throw myself in
when I barely remember how to swim
and I know reception will be cold,
but I have no choice but to swim for shore
because there's one thing which I know for sure;
I cannot let this place make me grow old.
I'm determined the next time the waves rip
will be the moment when I jump off ship.