You couldn't believe how still I could lie,
Mooning over the sea and its salty breeze.
"Hold me, again!", I fumbled,
My friend the rose smiles,
"But I am filled with thorns, and
you have your own hand, now."
That rose broke up with you, said "It's not you, it's me," and told you to go jerk off...
"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (http://youtu.be/Z0FrcTX6hWI)