“Well I’m a weak and lonely sort
But I’m not sailing just for sport
I’ve come to feel, out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me
I’m just a guest, I’m not a part
My tender hands and my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear
Pour yourself into me.”
I feel this way sometimes, about my life before I moved to San Diego. I had a four-year relationship that could have easily (and happily) ended in marriage, but for reasons that are too personal to delve into here, I fled to the West Coast. Where the closest thing I’ve had to an actual relationship is friendship with benefits. It’s all by choice, and I suppose it’s all part of my own personal crusade to figure out what I want in life, but damn if it doesn’t make me feel like the protagonist of this song sometimes.