drunk on the stars

i wasn't made for this

you tell yourself

as you button up your coat

head down to the harbor

and standing on the dock

you're drunk on the stars and the sea air

tell yourself maybe i should throw it all away

and be a sailor

cause after all

your true home is the sea

so you walk down to the water

and a big wave crashes on your feet

i don't like this you say

so you turn around and head back home

to some apartment

on some main street of a pointless town

that you're trying to put on the map

and you sit right down and write a big fat check

to the gas company

you drape your wet socks over the radiator

and you laugh at all the sailors

and you laugh at all the sailors

freezing on the sea