Lost at Sea
Woah to me, the weary traveller,
Lost at sea inside my head,
Drinking down the endless brew
Of all the brine and things you said.
I am a sopping sort of sailor
Drowning in the loss of you
And with the waves of realization
Comes intoxication too.
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