So I sit here drinking,
quietly, silently thinking,
questions of love and life
in these thoughts I ponder,
of dreams unfulfilled,
of lands I'll never wander.
And it's hard to grab yourself way down,
to pull yourself up before you drown,
wallowing in stagnation, seeking salvation,
and a thought that cuts to the bone;
there's no one else to blame
when you find yourself alone.