Lopsided

[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler] This is the accent of the halfhearted land Does it all make sense now? And if the ship was built in bottled sand Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon Does it all make sense now? [Chorus] Is this just a life preserver or a bivouac tenure? The Tropic of Cancer answered, "drink the quicksand" [Verse 2] A mirror was splintered on the deck's floor Does it all make sense now? A stowaway that lived beneath this hull Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon Yes, it all makes sense now [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore Is this just a life preserver or a bivouac tenure? [Bridge] (x2) Breathe the taste of salt water, dry heave up and overboard Ponce de Leon wrinkles, let's make it young again (Boat drinks for captains, row our boat stowaway) [Chorus 1] Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore [Outro] (x2) All makes sense now If your map was torn, navigate, navigate All makes sense now If your compass broke, navigate, navigate