Worse Things Happen At Sea

Honestly, relax my dear, it's clear that we are done

It doesn't take a scientist to figure out that one

It's obvious, the way you move, the way you hold your head

The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed

Honestly, I'll be fine, this isn't my first time

I've taken blows before and every time I have survived

You made it clear you didn't care, you never did pretend

And in the end at least you never try to fuck my friends

Well honestly it doesn't matter, I know better than

To cry over spilt milk, wasted effort, spoiled plans

We're adults here so shed no tears, I'm sure we can be friends

I'll nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other men

Well honestly, your honesty, it has emerged unscathed

And I hope you're doing fine, because me, I'm doing fucking great

And I wouldn't want to waste another second of your time

I know my place, I know your face

So you hide yours and I'll keep to mine

You say “Worse things happen at sea

I say “Worse things have happened to me”

Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor

And we're not going to talk anymore

We've got nothing to talk for

And you've got nothing to be sorry for

And I've got no one to care for

This is the worst thing that's happened to me

I guess worse things happen at sea