Text: The Good Life. Tell Shipwreck I'm Sorry.

They're draining all the pools
They're flooding down the streets
The drains are clogged with autumn leaves
I swore that I would stop
When summertime was through
But liquor's not the enemy
So pull down the porch shades
Don't want to let the neighbors see
They've got their own secrets to keep
They're complaning like fools
They're brooding in defeat
The veins are clogged
And they ought to bleed

Breaker, breaker, come in, come in
Standing water everywhere
We need direction, a location
A north star to navigate us
Breaker, breaker, come in, come in
Transmission's breaking up
It's breaking up

Their flooding fills the basement
I'm hiding in the bathroom
Someone's pounding on the door
I plead into the mirror
He wants nothing more to do with me
He's tired of the apologies
I know it isn't raining
I can't recall the cause of this
We sustain the damages
The neighbors have the sandbags
Surrounded in sobriety
But as for me, I'm stumbling

So who's going to save you, shipwreck?
Who's going to save you, shipwreck?
Who's going to save you?
Who's going to save you?
Shipwreck
So who's going to save you?

Breaker, breaker, come in, come in
Transmission's breaking up
Breaking up
Breaker, breaker, come in, come in
Transmission's breaking up
Breaking up