On The Might Of Princes The Water Vs. The Anchor
I wish that i could take back every drunken night
so selfishly keeping myself
distant and doubtful and basically an asshole
i tried to stay young and in the womb of a bottle but i just keep on getting older and the bottles keep piling up.
it's such a foolish attempt to hold on to a time when idiocy had no consequence.
and i'll try to keep singing over the telephone ringing.
running from the age i should be embracing
(we're all so satisfied to be just barely alive)
for lack of anything better to do, for all the shit i have to swallow.
the water vs the anchor
