I found myself burnt out as always alone on the beach .
Why the hell was I drawn here , I cannot say .
Maybe I was a junkie for the pain, maybe I just was unoriginal .
And maybe it just reminded me of you .
Either way I was here blown out of my socks.
The ocean is a force unto itself .
It held many a man’s soul as once I held you .
It wasn’t a game or a line, it was my life and I was tired of giving my soul to get nothing in return .
If I was paying dues then I must of had a hell of debt my friends .
A blown out liver and a bad heart.
Always on the verge chasing a false promise stuck in the sand while others simply passed me by.
I lost it all and gained shit in return keep your slaps on the back.
Give me a paycheck and a corner booth , let me die with my vices .
But time is a cruel bitch.
But no matter her intentions here I stood always hoping the sunset would find more than a closed door and a swift kick in the ass.
The seagulls live a second at a time .
On the verge of starvation .
Waiting for the tide to bring the next meal.
I questioned many things in this life .
My direction was not amongst these questions.
I watched the sunrise for the view was free.
Cause you couldn’t tax nature’s beauty.
When I left the beach I noticed a parking ticket on my windshield .
The tide brought in many things , and the asshole with a badge killed my buzz.
Full circle was something I was beginning to understand .
The seagulls thrived on nothing as I did the bottle .
We all need something .
I just needed enough to buy another bottle .
Dreams are for the sleeping.