Titanic

Everything I care about is sinking on this ship,
but I own nothing.
I can't be with you on land.
I don't exist there
because
she's the jealous type, you say.
As we talk, sink, and smile,
I wise up.
I jump on a lifeboat to try and save myself.
I hate survival instincts.
I'd rather go down with the ship
to be with you.
Would you hold my hand if I did?
Would you feel foolish if I risked my life in
your presence?
I might,
but I don't know for sure.
Nothing is certain here.