And I'd say that you were the bestnA camera always strapped to your chestnAnd an unconvincing eyenPhotos of the sand, sea, and skynBut this is not the waynYou make friends and make them staynJust off the sea lion beachnYou sit and wait for one to breachnnWe lose hope as time goes bynWe lose money, but losing money is finenWe lose tact. We don't care.nWe don't need it anywaynIt doesn't come backnWe're drowning out here in so many waysnnThree thousand times a daynI'll sit and think about yesterdaynTomorrow or what it will bringnBut I could care less about these thingsnMy health's getting worse every secondnI don't think I'll ever get off of this boatnBeing alone makes me sicknBut being sick just makes me alonennWe lose hope as time goes bynWe lose money, but losing money is finenWe lose tact. We don't need it.nWe don't care anywaynIt doesn't come backnWe're drowning out here in so many waysnnThis is mine. It will gladly be yoursnSome other time becausenLost at sea does not work when nYou're crowdin' menThings get washed in the surfnWe sink or swim to findnWhat you're worthnAnd I fall for the same trick every time nhumiliation does not feel right