She said I could speak French to her,
Or do or say something else
She wanted to get to her dark place
Without undo thinking
Pre -Blackout invitations of love
Made in the gaze of booze caused romance
Are quickly forgotten
Post Blackout shout outs to go fuck myself
Are well remembered
Time for me to relinquish the job
Forsaken as it was, it doesn't pay
I knew this ship was sinking down
Still didn't get a life preserver
Stupid me but I can swim
Even if she'd rather I drown
