i was building "castles of sand" in my heart and my head
but your dainty sea-shell hands could not shape the towers and buttresses
they told me about the tide,
they warned me about the storm,
and i smiled happily, trusting that you were that one,
the one that would keep me afloat
and like the rest,
you are a little disappointing,
(still precious to me)
and have a lot of growing to do.
i think i know why you're always sailin' alone.
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