Shipwrecked In a Bottle

Dead like a doornail, I drown in this pint of ale
Watching the hours and days disappear
And I drink in the corner, I curse the bartender
My table's been empty for the last hundred years

Chorus:
And she left me to sink in this mire
And there's no one here to carry me a'shore
And I've sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles…
But they shatter and fall to the floor

Memories are vampires, my past is a landlord
Nailing an eviction to the back of my skull
All lovers are bastards, like the bastards before them
So buy me a whiskey before the last call

Repeat Chorus x2