Your Place Sucks, at Least the Ghost Ship Is Comfy

Sailor, waves, fog touched tailored, inhalers
 Captain, I can't breathe out on these stormy nights
 Tentacles, climb inside the boat into my reticle
 Pitiful, he's gon' eat us up like we was pigeon food
 Shadows inside my eyelids I'm passing through uninvited
 I curiously decided to venture into the void
 Even if I was silent approaching the anti-violence
 The creatures suppress the noise, they've taken away the choice
 (Away the choice)
 It's 4 AM on Venice Beach and still, I fucking miss you
 I look in the water and I see you in the crystals
 Here I come
 What this water on my waist do, yeah
 In a rush, I gotta breathe like a meant to, yeah
 Alright I just wanna get higher, yeah
 Pitch black, but the flame from the lighter, yeah
 Thumbtacks on my hands, they're on fire, yeah
 One day she's just gonna stop loving, yeah