The shore’s a scab I keep picking, can’t leave it alone.
Same damn tide, same damn monotone drone.
Gulls are laughin’, or maybe I’m just deaf,
Another wasted day, another wasted breath.

New horizons? Horseshit. A salesman’s slick line,
A fool’s gold promise, a goddamn pantomime.
But something nags, a splinter in my heel,
Like maybe there’s more than this, something real.

You wanna swim, you wanna say “fuck it all,”
But the sand’s a bad habit, a love I can’t get over.
Comfortable garbage, that’s the name of the game,
Blame el mundo, whisper its pathetic name.

Courage? Yeah, right. Another phony word,
Like “happiness” or “love,” completely absurd.
But maybe, just maybe, in this hazy blur,
A tiny flicker, a forgotten stir.

You cannot swim, they scream, it’s the truth,
Till that shoreline fades, lost to your youth.
So chug another, light up, let the ashes fall,
And watch the ocean, where the lost ships crawl.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe I’ll just fade to black,
This beach is a coffin, no turning back.
But still, that ocean… vast and cold and deep,
While I’m stuck here rotting, secrets I can’t keep.