Out to sea - dark trap pop

out to sea
out to sea
didn’t know how far I’d be
no shoreline
no return
just a quiet kind of burn
[verse 1 — physical lost]
I could say I’m lost
but I don’t feel that
I could say I’m stuck
but it’s not that
I turn one way
end up somewhere else
walk a straight line
lose myself
no sense of map
no sense of turn
Just as lost at the stern
As I am at the bough
it’s just distance
without alarm
Like a Sextant
Without an arm
no panic wave
no breaking sound
just less and less
of solid ground
[outro / hook]
out to sea
out to sea
didn’t know how far I’d be
no shoreline
no return
just a quiet kind of burn
[verse 2 — mental lost]
thought I was close
thought I could see
something like land
ahead of me
thought I had it
held in place
then it shifted
lost its shape
ideas drift
before they land
slip right out
before I stand
I reach for it
but it’s not mine
just fading edges
of a nautical chart
Out of reach
Navigation in the dark
didn’t feel it shift
didn’t feel it leave
just kept moving
out to sea
no big moment
no final sign
just horizon
redefining line
[outro / hook]
out to sea
out to sea
didn’t know how far I’d be
no shoreline
no return
just a quiet kind of burn
[verse 3 — emotional lost]
feels like the same
as what’s in my head
too much water
nowhere to stand
inside, outside
it all blends in
no clear edge
to begin
I try to name it
it won’t stay
feels like something
slips away
not drowning
not afloat
just something I
can’t quite locate
no map for this
no guiding line
just drifting through
These thoughts of mine
[verse 4 — full drift / convergence]
didn’t swim out
didn’t choose
just blinked once
lost the view
physically, I turn
and end up wrong
mentally, I drift
all along
emotionally, I feel
then it’s gone
like tide that changes
before too long
something took me
without a sound
next thing I knew
no ground
no control
no sharp change
just different
arrangement
[bridge]
maybe there’s land
maybe there isn’t
maybe I just
stopped noticing it
or maybe the map
was never fixed
just shifting lines
I drifted with
or maybe I’m not lost
just not aligned
with the way
they draw the line
[outro / hook]
out to sea
out to sea
didn’t know how far I’d be
no shoreline
no return
just a quiet kind of burn

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out to sea out to sea didn’t know how far I’d be no shoreline no return just a quiet kind of burn [verse 1 — physical lost] I could say I’m lost but I don’t feel that I could say I’m stuck but it’s not that I turn one way end up somewhere else walk a straight line lose myself no sense of map no sense of turn Just as lost at the stern As I am at the bough it’s just distance without alarm Like a Sextant Without an arm no panic wave no breaking sound just less and less of solid ground [outro / hook] out to sea out to sea didn’t know how far I’d be no shoreline no return just a quiet kind of burn [verse 2 — mental lost] thought I was close thought I could see something like land ahead of me thought I had it held in place then it shifted lost its shape ideas drift before they land slip right out before I stand I reach for it but it’s not mine just fading edges of a nautical chart Out of reach Navigation in the dark didn’t feel it shift didn’t feel it leave just kept moving out to sea no big moment no final sign just horizon redefining line [outro / hook] out to sea out to sea didn’t know how far I’d be no shoreline no return just a quiet kind of burn [verse 3 — emotional lost] feels like the same as what’s in my head too much water nowhere to stand inside, outside it all blends in no clear edge to begin I try to name it it won’t stay feels like something slips away not drowning not afloat just something I can’t quite locate no map for this no guiding line just drifting through These thoughts of mine [verse 4 — full drift / convergence] didn’t swim out didn’t choose just blinked once lost the view physically, I turn and end up wrong mentally, I drift all along emotionally, I feel then it’s gone like tide that changes before too long something took me without a sound next thing I knew no ground no control no sharp change just different arrangement [bridge] maybe there’s land maybe there isn’t maybe I just stopped noticing it or maybe the map was never fixed just shifting lines I drifted with or maybe I’m not lost just not aligned with the way they draw the line [outro / hook] out to sea out to sea didn’t know how far I’d be no shoreline no return just a quiet kind of burn

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