Drunken Poet ft. Possum

Where I've been? Travelling oceans in a dingy

Listening for you but I leave the phone ringing

The end of world is where you can reach me

I pray my biggest fear of going over the falls never leaves me

I'm thin, skin, bone and ill fitting prosthetics

A pathetic attempt at matching heart with aesthetics

I revel the chance at pretending I'm prophetic

But really, the bullshit from my neck is just tragically genetic

I follow in steps from a stoner diabetic poet

Asked when he felt like one? He said he's always known it

From the first tooth loosed by another drunken dullard

Stumbled upon something, greedily said it was discovered