Meisce
Shipwrecked in a Bottle
Dead like a doornail, I drown in this pint of aleWatching the hours and days disappearAnd I drink in the corner, I curse the bartenderMy table's been empty for the last hundred yearsAnd she left me to sink in this mireAnd there's no one here to carry me ashoreAnd I've sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles...But they shatter and fall to the floorMemories are vampires, my past is a landlordNailing an eviction to the back of my skullAll lovers are bastards, like the bastards before themSo buy me a whiskey before the last callAnd she left me to sink in this mireAnd there's no one here to carry me ashoreAnd I've sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles...But they shatter and fall to the floorAnd she left me to sink in this mireAnd there's no one here to carry me ashoreAnd I've sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles...But they shatter and fall to the floor
From Letras Mania