The Ebbing of the Tide - The Casting Out, Nathan Gray

Sirens scream, northern winds pull me back, without defense

I smash against the rocks again

Ship-wrecked, beaten down

Lost at sea with broken sounds calling me from all around

So I give what I have left

Tonight

I give it all back without a fight

And I already lost my mind so many times

I stand cold and hollow eyed against the ebbing of the tide

Oh my, oh my

Against the ebbing of the tide

Fear of how this will end

Analogies to help pretend that this is art, not incompetence straying from the

simply put

Disguised with arrogance and hooks

For washed up faith and dirty looks

Through these years

This is my last tragic embrace

My last reason to stay

I’m getting over dramatic, but kinda like it that way

I feel so self-absorbed, and it’s embarrassing

When there’s no cause to believe

Not as I’ll ever see that

You’ll hear these words

And that they’ll mean anything

It’s getting easy to laugh

It’s getting harder to breathe

God I’ve got to stop drinking alone