Oh, the Guilt

She seems to think, she seems too week
She takes a week to get over it

She likes the sea, she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sound, she likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit

She likes to be
She likes to be
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Guilt
Guilt
Guilt

She likes to think, she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent

She likes the time, she owns the time
She borrows time, to self-invent

She seems too weak, she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sand, she likes to stand
She likes to sit, she likes to go
Go
Go
Go

She likes to be
She likes to be
She likes to be

She likes to go
She likes to go
She likes to go
She likes to go
She likes to go
She likes to go
She likes to go