Sea-bound

If home is where the heart is, then I've lost all hope.
Staring down a bottle and a needle full of dope;
Days turn to weeks, and you never really come back,
Feeding into lies, but I've already faced the facts.

So to put to rest our mourning tone,
I've left this lifetime all alone-
For fear I'd live
Just see to you drift.

Washed up love and tattered creeds,
Good-bye my love, I'm out to sea.