Seventeen Hundred

I thought I thought this through before the bad had turned
Had turned to worse
Every single second word
You warned me to believe you
The snakes thread your hair like cancer to my heart
This cannot be any more of an honest confession
I’m done feeling insane
My stomach is tied up
'cause your words are stone
Was there purpose?
This wreckage is too far from land
Into the deep end until your blood turns to sand
Until your blood turns to sand
Your blood turns to sand
In seventeen hundred knots my stomach is tied
My stomach is tied
Seventeen hundred knots below the speed of light
I can’t even believe these bricks
These ties
We’ll give us a second go in the stomach of a shattered space
No, I can’t bear the thought
Could it be too late?
…of the thought that you would leave
We were supposed to be
We were supposed to be
I can’t bear the thought
That you were the bricks and ties sinking beneath my feet
Seventeen hundred knots my stomach is tied
My stomach is tied
Seventeen hundred knots below the speed of light
I can’t even believe the space you left here
I’m done feeling insane
My stomach is tied up
'cause your words are stone
Was there purpose?
This wreckage is too far from land
Into the deep end until your blood turns to sand