As the rain begins to fall,
And the waves begin to crash
Against the front of my ship.
I resign myself to my cabin
The small bed has but one sheet
And in the corner of the room, in the shelves
Sits a bottle full of ***.

Or at least it was full at some point.
I pour a glass

And then another.
And another.

The only way to fend off the cold
On this stormy night.