From leagues below, they're coming up
Those bubbles of ancient smoke
Exhaled names and free hugs
And by god you want one
All our unsolved crimes shore up as the water dries
Where creatures strange inhabit homes
Of creaking boards, coral and bone
Bottled up is my note
Let bygones be bygones
All our unchecked pride shores up as the water dries
At the sunken helm
A skeleton sways along to the weird current
The rhythm of treasure chests opening up
To let their air out
Cigarettes and bubblegum
Salt and peppermint lip-balm
The neck that I drew your blood from
Is buried in the mud
Don't make this into a thing
Oh my god only weighted us down
And my swollen heart only weighted us down
The gold, the rush, the rot, the rust
In these barrels, curled up, the life that was
My prints, my blood, my bite marks coming up