Sweet Smell Of Despair

With the Salty feel everywhere.
It's the sweet smell of despair.
The ocean follows you at night.
Something I wasn't aware.

The water brushed against us.
The only thing that's cold.
The thought that no one could hear us.
Is a story that's left untold.

The deepest hour is waiting.
Killing the fire that blew.
And here we are, we've debating.
Debating on whether we grew.

We seem to be too scared.
Of walking this long salty distance.
We're acting so immature.
We must act now this instance.

With the salty feel everywhere.
It's the sweet smell of despair.
The ocean doesn't follow us anymore.
The took us down with it.