Those tail lights from a drizzly night
As you leave for your mothers house
It felt like a little boat had left its shore and I’m on land
Chin to chest
All days conclude
Chin to chest
And just regrets
For I will row my boat
In no direction now
For I don’t need no compass
I just need to sink
In the sea
Ending a week is like starting one
For I see nothing ahead
An empty flat and frozen food
And those pictures of you
Chin to chest
All days conclude
Chin to chest
And just regrets
For I will row my boat
In no direction now
For I don’t need no compass
I just need to sink
In the sea
In the sea
