My body bangs and twitches The tequila whets my tongue My fingers find the stitches Firmly back and forth they run I need no other memory Of the bits of me I left When all this lethal drinking Is to hopefully forget about you
I might as well admit it Like I even have a choice The crew have killed the captain But they still can hear his voice A shadow on the water A whisper in the wind On long walks with my daughter Who is lately full of questions about you
When Job asked you a question, You answered, "Who are you?" That sounds a bit defensive Did you just bite off more than you could chew