Why do some waves crest
Before they ever reach the shore
It is like they build up too fast
And can't be bothered anymore
They watch the other waves crash
And think 'oh, what a bore'
They won't be caught dead
On some glittering dance floor
All big and imposing
I see them out there
And I cant help but be filled
With an abject despair
When I think to myself
How much they have cared
How they wanted to make it
To their dry-land pair
As I walk by this great lake
I can't help but stare
Romance exists in stories
But life is unfair