Death Wish

Now i know you like,
I know my self,
I still don't know much else,
You race towards the future,
I'm slow as a kettle,
And we waltz on a tilted world,
Torn socks, and all those frills.
Your gait like a mares is,
And mine like a drunk sailor

Sailor fumbling, towards a dark future,
And what are we doing now,
In a world, a world half broken,
Going through half, just half of the motions.

And what makes a man, you ask,
Strong limbs or his feathered cap?
Well i just say none of that,
Surely it's you, cause i had a death wish,
A coal cart to a dark abyss,
I choked in a gasp of it,
And then i found you.

Such a brave swimmer,
And you pulled me with you,
And where are we going now,
In a world, a world half broken,
Back to the ocean,
The open ocean.