This has nothing to do you, I know where I'm going Sunday Windmill fish I'll move when the wind me I'll make a roadway the shells from my shells
I'm and not ready for you because you're not ready for me I'm not ready for me ever feel that way the treasure Will be full of people and share our lives one day
This has nothing to do with you I'll blind if I want to I'll take a trip where all I see is blue and white Make a boat of paper and wax just enough to get
I won't to return, discovered lots of clues but not the chest Not the X still looking for the X, this has a lot to do you Here's the note I never wrote, pre-occupation has paid its But all of this has made me sick as well
I'm shellfish, I'm in the I can't hear you I don't know what I know anymore, I'm not ready for me ever that way? Triangle that consumed us like all those at sea
What price to be I'm drowning I'm breathing I'm living, I'm dying frowning, I'm smiling I'm I'm trying shouting, I'm screaming, I'm
I'm dreaming, my are leaving, It's dark And I'm tired the pain is I'm guilty for happy The cloud not catch me I'm falling again I can't let water in
I can't a boat to return, I guess I got what I asked for And I'll cry when I'm glad because it's not I'm used to here's my blue and white not that different than when I started I don't know I'm young, we'll make pirate hats and rule the sea
I'm shellfish, jellyfish point of view I'm in the I can't hear you, you've the X ever worry be happy and we'll dream of a day much like today