I seem to have severed everything   From ties to knots I've bound   No matter how articulated   Words could not have reached salvation   So cast me to this lonely island   Where I will forever live crestfallen      These heels, so used to sandy beaches   Are now ready for solid ground and rain clouds   These palm trees were never inviting   My watch has stopped   I am dying for stars that line your coast   You are my torture      These leaves can't help but hear these things   It turns fruit rotting   The tide brings salt-soaked memories   When freshwater life is all I need   All is never fair in love and war   These are the things that kings die for      These heels, so used to sandy beaches   Are now ready for solid ground and rain clouds   These palm trees were never inviting   My watch has stopped   I am dying for stars that line your coast   You are my torture now      I'll be floating out at sea   Waiting for periscopes to spot my worn body   I'll be floating out at sea   Belly up, all I see are birds flying free