shipwreck

And all the floorboards starting to collapse into the dust

Destined to plummet to the oceans floor. accumulating rust

is a treasure chest left open guess no body gives a fuck

And i keep drinking to shut up my restless thoughts

And I guess that i should quit, though I probably will not

I left my passions at the front door of my brain

But it won't let them in and it looks like it's gonna rain

A downpour from the liquor store is gonna flush them down the drain

I never dreamt my life would measure up to a cliche

But I guess that I can't kid myself, I knew it'd always be this way