The deep pain in your eyes that you harbor
Anchored by the shackles of your own past
You keep it inside, never saying more
For you hoped this feeling would never last
But thirty years later nothing has changed
You are still drinking beer to keep afloat
And in those bars you wonder to no end
Like a sailor lost in his drifting boat
You do not know how to untie the ropes
That would definitely help set you free
So you ignore the leaking mess that drops
Each time the wind blows and angers your sea
One day you will reach shore and realize
That what you let drown truly mattered most
That so close you came to your own demise
And you will get why you came back to coast
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
The deep pain in your eyes that you harbor
Anchored by the shackles of your own past
You keep it inside, never saying more
For you hoped this feeling would never last
But thirty years later nothing has changed
You are still drinking beer to keep afloat
And in those bars you wonder to no end
Like a sailor lost in his drifting boat
You do not know how to untie the ropes
That would definitely help set you free
So you ignore the leaking mess that drops
Each time the wind blows and angers your sea
One day you will reach shore and realize
That what you let drown truly mattered most
That so close you came to your own demise
And you will get why you came back to coast
