A Sea Chanty Of Sorts

Do what you like

you dont have to be nice

just pour yourself a cup of coffee

leave anytime you dont have to be right

youve gotta live the best you know how

and if you love well that should be enough

instead it turns your joy int0 sorrow

and i cant breath with the dust of retreat

im choking on the fumes of my wayward back

my women lied

she was a witch in disguise

and she dressed her wounds

in sackcloth and ashes

the children weep

at their dead mothers feet

her husbands drunk

a wolf in a sheepskin coat

and when we kissed

it didnt feel poisonous

and when you cried

i dried off your blue eyes

she smiles at me as she is falling asleep

says we've gotta live

the best we know how to