You are the captain of this vessel;
where you steer it, it will go.
You see, I have already fallen..
from the moment it launched from the slip.
And as all of everyone clearly knows,
the one who loves the least
controls the RelationShip.
You control the sails and the winds,
you are the compass needle.
So sail me out to the open sea
with its salty ocean air.
And if you don’t care
to stay with me,
then simply leave me there.
I’ll find my way by beacon star
and drift towards the moon;
I’ll brace my soul for choppy seas
and weather every storm;
I’ll mourn you when you leave too soon,
and leave me so forlorn.