Fuck this love-for-love shit, man.
That’s for poets and fools, and maybe those
who ain’t ever tasted the bitter end
of a heart split wide open.
I do it from love, see? Not for it.
Love’s a drunk sailor, promising treasure
and delivering a hurricane.
But you sail anyway, don’t you?
You do it ‘cause the storm’s in your blood,
‘cause the ocean’s your only home.
Even when the waves try to drown you,
you dive deeper.
