There’s a storm
There’s a storm and it’s been
Sucking all my life up
And tipping all the ships in this
Old American port
And it has since 1986
It’s my life in a bottle
And it’s typically unstable
I’m so sorry for the time I took from you
And if you don’t already know
I tried my best to make it work
And all thats left is lust and bitterness
And in the end I fucked it up
Just enough to know that I am better off
I’m so cold
I’m so cold I know I’m sorry
It’s a habit it’s in my blood
I can’t feel anymore
But if I could take it back
Or somehow just relax
Without the help of some
Prescription medication I’d collapse