Floating

Well I've got no idea captain,
I'm just trying to keep the boat
Afloat and,
And by the time my,
My run runs up the hill,
I'm barely motivated to move atop the mound,
But by the time I,
I reach the top I can't hear enough of that same,
Similar sound and,
And I think it is profound to not find the decency to,
To not fuck on my door,
Oh, But why not a new threshold,
Why not break the mold or the mirror 
If the night's too fake for you to unfold,

I think I've sank here, here on this bar of sand,
It's clear these dreams are so soothing so drop,
Drop the anchor I,
I think I'm fine here,
If no one finds me it's cause well, I never wanted to be found,
Cause well my voice has no sound,
I'm just a lost soul who laughed at his chance to live my,
My chance to be alive,
I've drank this glass as planned and wonder why it's half empty,
Draining ever so gently,
Should I prevent me,
Or see if I've the mettle,
But I think I've thought this all before,
Why don't I just drop,
Drop the anchor and settle in here on shore,