Borders

I don't want help

I want out with no memories of where or

How you followed me in a routine with the sea that I believe is empty

So I don't have a tear for that but I'm glad you have so many

You're paying while I run, you're still crying, well I'm long done

Take notes there's about to be a crime in a tall town

Injuries consistent with dumbing down in a routine with the sea

Your voice is heaven but you can't sing borders erased

What's gone replaced or anything in a routine with the sea