Alcoholic Poet
I went to where we met
to see if it was all a lie.
I knelt in the sand,
I breathed in salt,
I soaked it in.
Soaked it all in.
It's more like an
essay
of the last year of my life as the
alcoholic
poet.
More like an autobiography than art.
But I can't stop my pen -
and now I'm trying to sell
the story of my life.
I'm hungry enough to give it up
to anyone now.
So the ink may flow,
the pain may show,
but it's
all
a lie.
I found it out that day.
I know now
who is fake
and no one's not.
And you can walk all over anyone,
make it to the top,
and keep
singing.
The meaning of life is that no one
will ever, ever
stop you.
So just keep faking it.
to see if it was all a lie.
I knelt in the sand,
I breathed in salt,
I soaked it in.
Soaked it all in.
It's more like an
essay
of the last year of my life as the
alcoholic
poet.
More like an autobiography than art.
But I can't stop my pen -
and now I'm trying to sell
the story of my life.
I'm hungry enough to give it up
to anyone now.
So the ink may flow,
the pain may show,
but it's
all
a lie.
I found it out that day.
I know now
who is fake
and no one's not.
And you can walk all over anyone,
make it to the top,
and keep
singing.
The meaning of life is that no one
will ever, ever
stop you.
So just keep faking it.