You paint yourself blue, always blue
this letter brings me down
perched upon a rusty trailer
paint peels over my shoulder
I’ve been drinking
since the boats were rested
on the muddy estuary bed
It’s high tide, low life
high tide, low life
I won’t stop my reaching out
if there’s any way to help, I’ll find it
you’re so slow to take my hand
scratching at your skin for answers
I don’t have any good advice
I do what I can to just keep living right
I’ll listen if you’ll let me
you know; my love is not the enemy
It can’t be this way forever
it won’t always be like this
It’s high tide, low life
high tide, low life
You say you only paint
when you get blue
and I suppose
that’s just the way
the sea feels
You paint yourself blue
always blue
I guess
that’s just the way
the sea feels…
[2020]
Thanks for reading.
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