A Ship Is Safest at It's Dock, but That Ain't What It's Meant For

We were all marked: return to sender

In bubble wrapped basements

Denim patchwork hearts

Studded engagement rings

Stick-and-proke prose

We're all just candles in the wind

Kamikaze pirates burning at both ends

Stumbling in the darkness

Searching for a purpose

Driving into traffic

Blackout automatic

I just want to lick my wounds tonight

Or just let them bleed

I will never make you proud