There was a Boat.

There was a boat, you drove me to it

At first we were just in your car
With this French guy that never spoke
but made it clear that he was French somehow

He served the purpose of showing how there always had to be someone between us
They never needed to speak to be present
It was either a French guy here or a Dutch girl there

But in the boat, there was just us
It was reserved for A and B
With no holds and unlimited covers to build up our walls together
To stay conceiled from the outside world's waves of interruption

You were constantly asking me to go swimming with you
And I used to refuse on account of my unwavering hate for Chlorine and it's resentful burn on my eyes everytime
And that stench!
But this was no pool
There always seems to be a 'but' after all the things you wanted to do with me...
But this, but that...but if...what if?

But this was different.
It's the boat.
It's the open water.

It's the fact that even though we were docked and fastened on to land,
A breakaway would be just as easy

But this...was just a dream.
But that...never happened.
But if...you ever drove me to a boat.
What if...that's where we finally come together?