Dearest Lover,

You are not under my covers.

Where are you, my Love?

I was promised I would find my dove.

I stand by the sea alone,

All skin and bone.

I cast my heart off this cliff

And some stoner smoked it in his spliff.

Oh baby,

You’re making me crazy.

I am learning not to be a wreck

While I sit on this hollow deck.

, but sailors love the sea

Like flowers and the honey bee

I am no one’s other

Oh why do I bother?

Let me rest on this beach

If anything, at least I’ve got a peach.

Don’t forget me, Love

I’d like to find my dove.