Shipping - Johnny Foreigner

It was patience that choked us in the end

Our wait-and-sees

From broken homes we start, and make our own

I started drinking alone

In glitches, scars and rust

In broken things we trust

I’ll stop shipping you when you stop shipping me

We could walk away now and we wouldn’t get grudges

Just inherited urges, and instincts we’ve learned to ignore

Forgot what they were for

I started drinking more

A cracked glass toast to us

This broken life we trust

I refuse to be sentenced

Can I get a reprieve?

Mostly being with you just feels like dreams

I will carry your baggage

A trail of lost luggage

An endless line of lives left lacking and waiting to be worthy

Are you worth it?

So let’s start