Second Death in the Rabbit Hole - Jetty Bones

A glass of wine

In my basement alone

Not the blood of the lamb

But it warms my throat

I was counting down the days

And felt the calling for the distance

And 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 that is failing

While my ship ceases its sailing with every glass

And I feel exasperated

I quite doubt that I could make it to the sea

But I’d rather drown fightin' for the ocean

Than die in a land-locked dream

Can you count the times

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 and hold the whiskey

Cause disillusioned thoughts

Can’t fill the void I’m missing

Now I’m calling to the water like I

Harbor a floating disease

With the slight and certain fear that I’ve

Exaggerated my lung capacity

And yeah I feel exasperated

I quite doubt that I could make it to the sea

But I’d rather drown fighting for the ocean

Than die in a land-locked dream

Please save my ship

I’d like to take my secret habit

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