A Sea Chanty Of Sorts

Do what you like you dont have to be nice just pour yourself a cup of coffee leave anytime you dont have to be right youve gotta live the best you know how and if you love well that should be enough instead it turns your joy int0 sorrow and i cant breath with the dust of retreat im choking on the fumes of my wayward back my women lied she was a witch in disguise and she dressed her wounds in sackcloth and ashes the children weep at their dead mothers feet her husbands drunk a wolf in a sheepskin coat and when we kissed it didnt feel poisonous and when you cried i dried off your blue eyes she smiles at me as she is falling asleep says we've gotta live the best we know how to --- A Sea Chanty of Sorts - Margot & the Nuclear So and So's