Sail Away With Me is sitting at the feet of a boy that I stole
from a girl who shared my name.
In a flat with no carpets
but a strong smell of weed.
It's fresh baked cookies
and heavy petting in club corners.
It's the sticky touch of cheap vodka shots,
and the bitter taste of Lambert & Butler cigarettes.
Sail Away With Me he said,
into New Years break ups, and countless make ups.
It's skyscrapers, screaming matches
and backslides years after the dust settles.
Sail Away With Me is Love/Hate.
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