April 14th, 2011
Honestly, It doesn’t matter, I know better thanto cry over spilt milk, wasted effort, spoiled plans.We’re adults here, so shed no tears, I’m sure we canbe friends;I’ll nod and smile and watch you in the arms of othermen.You say ‘Worse things happen at sea’,I say ‘Worse things have happened to me’.Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor,and we’re not going to talk anymore,we’ve got nothing to talk for.

—	 Worse Things Happen At Sea ~ Frank Turner

Honestly, It doesn’t matter, I know better than
to cry over spilt milk, wasted effort, spoiled plans.
We’re adults here, so shed no tears, I’m sure we can
be friends;
I’ll nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other
men.

You say ‘Worse things happen at sea’,
I say ‘Worse things have happened to me’.
Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor,
and we’re not going to talk anymore,
we’ve got nothing to talk for.

— Worse Things Happen At Sea ~ Frank Turner