In the middle of the night, with a sickening sound
This little boat ran aground.
The mast is twisted, the hull is breached.
One high tide and it’ll be beached.

If I could walk, I’d walk away.
But I haven’t slept since yesterday.
The ink is sinking, the page is blurred
And I can’t read a single word.

But know that I love you.
Know that I wrote my last words to you
From a sinking boat.