Can I be better than this? Can I do things differently?
Would it change the way you think about me?
Do you want me to try? Do you want me to persevere?
Will it be worth it? Will it be just a smear?
Do you notice me? Can you feel me?
The sea breeze keeps me light on my feet.
I hear all these questions, do you hear me wail?
The night is better, as I’ve always said.
It gives you permanent shade.
Now, I don’t even have the words or the lines.
The waves were always against me and so is the tide.