if only this ship were a plane

could you talk a little louder?, it's getting hard to hear, i reckon this noise to be the mirror shattering, and have you finished yet, with all your talk of how you "came to be", this ship is going down my friend, and scared as i am, i can't help but think, was my life wasted?, was i asleep waiting for my chance, to show the world that there's a god who gives a damn, would you smile?, if you looked back, fifty years from now, not regretful of what you did, but what you could have done, i've wasted too much time on bets and drinks, what little time we have before, i sink to my ocean grave, still i feel that the anchor tied, to my feet weights more, than any ship could ever withhold and stay afloat, oh my god tell me what i must do to cut this rope, wait up wait up i'll swim back to safety, just to prove that i can be, stronger stronger, or at least i'll die trying in your company