Regular

The last one never comes
can't keep the count
I feel like the major
of the world
everyone's looking at me
and the last one never comes

Forgot the reason
here i am
a 24/7 open throat
drowning memories
too dark to forgive

But they always
refloat
Oh yes they
do

It was you
It was them
I guess it's just me
me and my vain blaming bow
the good half is empty
the other one filled with murk

Some light gets into this cave
my drinking pals are still here
talking about nothing
with their eyes full of nothing
I closed mouth and eyes
I'm diving again
in the Atlantic sea
beating my thirst
with the unbeatable tide
staying afloat
just with my lungs