I’m looking to sin And you’re the one I see I aim to misbehave  And you’re going to punish me 

I started out with an innocent picture of an old wooden boat in my head… and it took off from there. One moment I was sipping coffee in the fog, the next...

Fill it to full Fill it to overflowing Don’t stop pouring Just keep going

I do this neat little trick Every once in a thoughtless while I move my lips from their usual spot Of holding up my smile

My reach disintegrates before your silence My hope fades with each setting sun But eventually you return to me Hand me a beer-soaked breadcrumb