i drink like a fish you can't catch,
while i try settling down,
covered in trees and out of town,
listening to seasons that aren't around.
i get sad at sea,
as long as its about me,
feeling nauseous and noisy,
I'm sure im just a mess to see,
i fall apart to pick me up,
i'll think of things i couldn't say,
i'll be my worst to feel enough.