A glass of wine
In my basement alone
Not the blood of the lamb
But it warms my throat

I was counting down the days
And felt the calling for the distance
But stayed just the same
With little to no resistance

Now I'm sinking to feel sober
Like I've never gotten over the past
And my cabin that is failing
While my ship ceases its sailing with every glass

And, yeah, I feel exasperated
I quite doubt that I would make it to the sea
But I'd rather drown fighting for the ocean
Than die in a land-locked dream

Can you count the times
That I took a step back
Out of all of them
Could you please identify my setback

So maybe next time
I'll take a Coke but hold the whiskey
'Cause disillusioned thoughts
Can't fill the void I'm missing

Now I'm calling to the water
Like I harbor a floating disease
With the slight and certain fear
That I've exaggerated my lung capacities

And, yeah, I feel exasperated
I quite doubt that I would make it to the sea
But I'd rather drown fighting for the ocean
Than die in a land-locked dream
Please save my ship

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I'd like to take my secret habit
Throw it down the rabbit hole
I was sober a few years
But I guess the beers just sort of came with coming home

And it tasted far too sweet
When it brought the color back to my cheeks
After my heart froze

And it's easy to get away with whatever
When you're
When you're always alone
God, please save my ship