High Tide, Low Life

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]

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Tom

Tue 21st Apr 2020 14:00

Thank you Jennifer, Moongirl, Don, Victoria, Jona, Philipos and Mika for the likes.

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