What Happens At Sea

I dove off Roatan, ocean tour, nothing more, but I thought about a bad thing. Damn I’m a fake, damn I’m a poser, looking for attention, fake promises too.

I’m dancing fully sober at the parties, so it’s a full conscious decision that I made, maybe I’m super crappy for this thought cage, that starts to close in around me.

What happens at sea, leave it behind, in the middle of the ocean, on Caribbean time. And I got one at home, I never did nothing, but I’m feeling guilty, for no freaking reason.

I went to Costa Maya, Latin show, nothing more, but I thought about a bad thing. Damn I’m stupid, damn I’m insecure, looking for eyes, when they’re already on me.

I went to Cozumel in the summer, the actors in the musical I saw, yea I’m sober as hell so maybe I suck, for thinking my damn thoughts into the air.

What happens at sea, leave it behind, in the middle of the ocean, on Caribbean time. And I got one at home, I never did nothing, but I’m feeling guilty, for no freaking reason.

Cast it in the ocean, leave it at the bottom, what happens here stays here, on island time. And forget about it all, return to mine again, nothing else matters but my man.

What happens at sea, leave it behind, in the middle of the ocean, on Caribbean time. And I got one at home, I never did nothing, but I’m feeling guilty, for no freaking reason.