stormy seas + memories of earlier this winter
You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don’t hear me
If I could do it all again I would have enlisted into the Navy or the Coast Guard, maybe even the Air Guard, instead of the Army.
This is your life there’s no way to run from it
The doubt in your brain or the pain in your stomach
I only have but one complaint at the moment
Don’t paint me black when I used to be golden