From a Sinking Boat

In the middle of the night,
With a sickening sound
This little boat
Ran aground
The mast is twisted, the hull is breached
One high tide and it'll be beached

If I could walk, I'd walk away
But I haven't slept since yesterday
The ink is sinking, the page is blurred
And I can't read a single word
But I know I love you,
Know what I wrote
My last words to you
From a sinking boat.