Lyrics
I wasn't made for this
I feel unsuited for this situation or lifestyle
You tell yourself
Attempting to convince oneself
As you button up your coat
Preparing for the elements, possibly for a journey
Head down to the harbor
Moving toward the harbor
And standing on the dock
Being present at the dock
You're drunk on the stars and the sea air
Feeling intoxicated by the celestial bodies and ocean breeze
Tell yourself maybe I should throw it all away
Contemplating abandoning current life and becoming a sailor
And be a sailor
Considering a drastic change in occupation
Cause after all
Suggesting that the sea is the true home
Your true home is the sea
Emphasizing a connection to the sea
So you walk down to the water
Moving towards the water
And a big wave crashes on your feet
Encountering a powerful wave, expressing discomfort
I don't like this you say
Expressing dissatisfaction with the current situation
So you turn around and head back home
Choosing to retreat back home
To some apartment
Returning to a dwelling, possibly an apartment
On some main street of a pointless town
Describing the location as unimportant or without purpose
That you're trying to put on the map
Attempting to gain recognition for the town
And you sit right down and write a big fat check
Paying a significant amount to the gas company
To the gas company
Engaging in mundane tasks at home
You drape your wet socks over the radiator
Drying wet socks, possibly symbolic of discomfort
And you laugh at all the sailors
Mocking sailors from the comfort of home
And you laugh at all the sailors
Repeating the mockery of sailors
Freezing on the sea
Observing sailors enduring harsh conditions at sea
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