Her eyes are oceans trapped in her head
She flies over seas as she lies in her bed
She counts all the stars that only she sees
She fights for control. She won’t look at me.
She hates this thing that she has become.
She hates all the things in the past that she’s done.
But she knows can’t change her sordid past
Those kind of memories we both know will last
Her eyes turn stormy blue as she lies still there
They’re deep and relentless. They’re seas of despair.