Second Death in the Rabbit Hole

A glass of wine in my basement alone

Is not the blood of the lamb, but it warms my throat

I was counting down the days and felt the calling for the distance

But stayed just the same with little to no resistance

Now I'm sinking to feel sober like I've never gotten over the past

And my cabin bed is failing while my

Ship ceases its sailing with every glass

And yeah, I feel exasperated, I quite

Doubt that I would make it to the sea

But I'd rather drown fighting for the

Ocean than die in a landlocked dream

Can you count the times that I took a step back?

Out of all of them, could you please identify my setback?

So maybe next time I'll take a Coke but hold the whiskey

'Cause disillusioned thoughts can't fill the void I'm missing

Now I'm crawling to the water like I harbor a floating disease

With the slight concern and fear that

I've exaggerated my lung capacities

And yeah, I feel exasperated, I quite

Doubt that I would make it to the sea

But I'd rather drown fighting for the

Ocean than die in a landlocked dream

Please save my ship

I'd like to take my secret habit and throw it down the rabbit hole

I was sober a few years but I guess the

Beers just sort of came with coming home

And it tasted far too sweet when it brought the

Color back to my cheeks after my heart froze

And it's easy to get away with whatever

When you're, when you're always alone

God, please save my ship