Levi The Poet - Chapter Eleven: Cul-de-Sac Colonies lyrics

My king

I want you to know something something that
I always admired most about you
No matter how violent the storm, no
Matter how high the waves
No matter how dark the night
You never let the world get inside
Of your boat you kept living
When everyone else was sinking
And this whole life never
Got a droplet toward
Pulling you down to the ocean floor

Admittedly, this last bottle has room enough
For the last of my
Heart because I drank the last
Of it, myself hated it
By the way seems my father could have picked
A vice that tasted better
Than rubbing alcohol


But hey he gave me his last flask
When he came downstairs to say that he
Wanted things to have been different
And I believed him

He said he needed to go down with the
Ship, but he wished that I didn't
And I believed him

Listen, the want to die is
No longer a foreign thought
In my mind a lot of people want to

And I could have died without leaving a
Note behind a lot of people do
He started slurring about a memory that he
Must have caught in the musty air
Like a dust particle
Stuck to the glaze over his
Eyes "When you were
Six years old, I stood inside our home
At a windowsill
And watched you walk back from that
Boy's house, down the street i was sick, and
Went back to bed before I thought you saw
Me, and when I heard you call out
"Daddy?" I pretended to be asleep i just
Didn't have the energy to get up
And keep you from believing in the
Ghosts that you've seen ever since…"

He finally fixed his gaze, afraid, and
Said, "Honey, they've been haunting me
But, I hope you don't have
To see them any longer"

I believe him

If I can give you anything, let it be that
I have not bid my farewell from the ocean
But from the moment I waved goodnight after
Our first victory as body painted
Newlyweds in a cul-de-sac colony
Looking forward
To morning, when our parents would let
Us sail through the quiet, neighborhood
Streets, and the dawn would bring
Us back together again we
Were cowboys or we were indians
Or we were pilgrims, and none of us ever
Cared that cowboys didn't come
Here from England, we were just making our
Pilgrimage toward the sun
Searching for freedom
And rewriting history for everyone
But mostly us

Baby, I'm still playing our
Game i'm just sailing
For the new world alone this time

I wish I could come back to
Tell you what I find, but
Life has never consulted me before making
All of these big decisions
And I stand helpless and hopeless
Unless the beauty you
See in the mystery really points to something

I wish we could explore this together

Let me tell you, to die will
Be an awfully big adventure, but don't
Get lost, boy i want to talk
To one another about it, someday

It's time to say goodbye such a definite
Word an infinite word an intimate word
But it needs to be heard so that you don't
Have to wonder why the bottles stopped coming

You need closure to move on

You can't sink with me

You'll get this after I'm gone

And I hope that you can use our tree house
To love someone else once
The tide has finally
Set you free but don't tell her who you built
It for make her believe that she's the
Reason you put all those
Hours into protecting the
Purity of that place i
Think that, eventually, you'll believe
It, too i truly do not know whether time
Heals all wounds it sounds
Like wishful thinking
But, I do know that you can't stop
Living just because someone else has
My love, don't sink don't sink

Your Queen