Just break me on the side of this teetering, barely afloat ship
It’s like we missed the christening and now, a hundred years later,
a sacrifice has been demanded.
something to mark not just the passing of time
but also all the ways it has influenced us
like a hollywood star looking down at her cemented significiance
and realizing she’s just a thing to be stepped around now.

I’ve been watching for so long, waiting for another fish like that last one
like that one that really would have been something
really would have landed me as someone.
and they don’t come, they don’t stretch past the shore in the way she did
and they just drift, like abandoned branches, that have nowhere to go
and no need to get there.

So pour on, time, pour on, ‘tender.
remind me of the commitments i’ll miss in the morning,
of all the vows i’ll break in the night.
strong drinks and strong smokes and strong thoughts,
that come on like hot hate and fall apart like blown snot,
just let this little bottle break on the first swing,
i’d hate to be stuck in some discussion about life, and passion,
and who the hell has the strongest ******* wing.