Library of Broken Bindings

I blew the dust off the cover

Of the Tales of this colossal failure

This sunken ship and tired sailor

The loneliest sea man on this side of the lake

I thought you were coming, but I was too late

I was too late

And this sea is my home, I wanna go home

I got home sickness

This Dramamine dose gets less and less and less effective

And I don't feel alive when we're off shore

I take one, I take two, I take three more

I take three more

Seagull wings, papers flying

A library of broken bindings

I read up on it, but I don't know shit

(I read up on it, but I don't know shit)

I got no conclusive findings

Sometimes it comes in waves

Sometimes it goes away

Sometimes it over takes me

Sometimes I don't feel anything

Sometimes I contemplate

The thought of a crash landing

I'm a castaway who needs a break

I'm the last misunderstanding

And this sea is my home, I wanna go home

I got home sickness

This Dramamine dose gets less and less and less effective

And I don't feel alive when we're off shore

I take one, I take two, I take three more

I take three more

I take three more

I take three more