Shipwrecked In a Bottle

Dead like a doornail, I drown in this pint of ale

Watching the hours and days disappear

And I drink in the corner, I curse the bartender

My table's been empty for the last hundred years

Chorus:

And she left me to sink in this mire

And there's no one here to carry me a'shore

And I've sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles…

But they shatter and fall to the floor

Memories are vampires, my past is a landlord

Nailing an eviction to the back of my skull

All lovers are bastards, like the bastards before them

So buy me a whiskey before the last call

Repeat Chorus x2