From A Sinking Boat

In the middle of the night with a sickening sound

This little boat ran aground

The mast is twisted, the hull is breached

One high tide and it'll be beached

If I could walk

I'd walk away

But I haven't slept since yesterday

The ink is sinking, the page is blurred

And I can't read a single word

But I know that

I love you, know that

I wroteMy last words to you from a sinking boat