A Sea Chanty Of Sorts

Do what you like
You don't have to be nice
Just pour yourself a cup of coffee
Leave anytime, you don't have to be right
You've gotta live the best you know how

And if you love, well, that should be enough
Instead it turns your joy into sorrow
And I can't breathe with the dust of retreat
I'm choking on the fumes of my wayward back

My woman lied
She was a witch in disguise
And she dressed her wounds
In sackcloth and ashes
The children weep
At their dead mothers feet
Her husband's drunk
A wolf in a sheepskin coat

And when we kissed
It didn't feel poisonous
And when you cried
I dried off your blue eyes
She smiles at me as she is falling asleep
Says we've gotta live
The best we know how to