| Honestly, relax my dear, it’s clear that we are done | 
| It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that one | 
| It’s obvious, the way you move, the way you hold your head | 
| The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed | 
| You say «Worse things happen at sea» | 
| I say «Worse things have happened to me» | 
| Honestly, I’ll be just fine, this isn’t my first time | 
| I’ve taken blows before and every time I have survived | 
| You made it clear you didn’t care, you never did pretend | 
| And in the end at least you never try to fuck my friends | 
| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| Honestly, your honesty, it has emerged unscathed | 
| And I hope you’re doing fine, because me, I’m doing fucking great | 
| And I wouldn’t want to waste another second of your time | 
| I know my place, I know your face | 
| So you hide yours and I’ll keep to mine | 
| 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 | 
| (You've got nothing to be sorry for) | 
| I’ve got no one to care for | 
| This is the worst thing that’s happened to me | 
| I guess worse things happen at sea |