Gallows

I've been tired, out of shape and over stressed
With a lump in my throat that won't cease to exist
I've shared a bed with a baroness

When you live in the gallows
It's hard not to hang your head
Being poise, I cannot comprehend
Because I'm egar to taste the rough sea's salt again

I've had a tough time keeping it in
So I'm letting this worrisome voyage begin