And I thought we were the ones
Funny how girls are guns
As I crawl back into the sea
I imagine that you're me
And that you see what I see
And that you see my enemy
Old and grey, calling my name
And you know what this means
Chorus: Stay cool
Don't lose your cool
Don't you wish it'd go away
Don't believe enough to pray
If you think I've got it all my way
I hope you're right someday
If we're still lost at sea
If you truly see through me
You will see that I am never free
From the waves that move this sea
I sit, and sink in disbelief
At the, state, of this world
Just numb, and strung, in our prolonged
Exposure to the elements
But oh, I feel so, strung by you
And out, again in our defense
Stand hard, as a wall, for yourself
But oh you do, make me run through
My wall to stand up, and fight
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