Will it ever truly be
Overboard? In my head?
Probably not
But surely in this vessel
I see the ships sails
They are a different color
Then when I was aboard
They've set new course.
Brash pirates of the mortal liquid
Banding themselves with inebriation
Been aboard I have
And in this life
Never again
When the fog clears
And the wreckage settles
I will gather the pieces
I am on my course
And my compass
Points true north
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
Will it ever truly be
Overboard? In my head?
Probably not
But surely in this vessel
I see the ships sails
They are a different color
Then when I was aboard
They've set new course.
Brash pirates of the mortal liquid
Banding themselves with inebriation
Been aboard I have
And in this life
Never again
When the fog clears
And the wreckage settles
I will gather the pieces
I am on my course
And my compass
Points true north
Don't do drugs mmkay
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