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The dock stands in splinters, the flag's in the dust,
The mooring is broken, the wood turned to rust.
We broke all the calm with the fury of pride,
We watched the last safe place collapse and divide.
We built a small harbor with timber and rope,
We painted the bow bright and gave it our hope.
The gulls and the tides were the songs that we knew,
We thought the whole world was just me and you.
We argued and fought till the ceiling did crack,
We tore up the floorboards with one final hack.
We hammered the hull till it started to leak,
We knew in that moment the harbor grew weak.
The dock stands in splinters, the flag's in the dust,
The mooring is broken, the wood turned to rust.
We tore down the lantern that showed us the way,
We snapped the old compass and chose to betray.
The dock stands in splinters, the flag's in the dust,
The mooring is broken, the wood turned to rust.
We broke all the calm with the fury of pride,
We watched the last safe place collapse and divide.
We argued and fought till the ceiling did crack,
We tore up the floorboards with one final hack.
We hammered the hull till it started to leak,
We knew in that moment the harbor grew weak.
The dock stands in splinters, the flag's in the dust,
The mooring is broken, the wood turned to rust.
We tore down the lantern that showed us the way,
We snapped the old compass and chose to betray.
The dock stands in splinters, the flag's in the dust,
The mooring is broken, the wood turned to rust.
We broke all the calm with the fury of pride,
We watched the last safe place collapse and divide.