I pop pills
to make life easier to deal with.
I pay bills
to ensure I've got a home to sleep in,
but out here
none of that dumb shit can touch me.
It's becoming clear
I'm better off
drifting state to state,
calling strangers' floors my place.
Tomorrow I'll be gone
with a promise to be back someday.
I'm heading east to make my peace
In the Gulf of Mexico,
the girl can't hurt me here.
And if we make it through the night,
I am certain we can make it through the week.
And if I starve to death or drown,
give my body to the sea.
I've got chills,
goosebumps and cheap thrills.
The surreal magnitude of the ocean takes me.
'Cause out here
I'm a message in a bottle.
Empty I am content.
There's nothing left to resent.
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