Bitter Sailor
Michael Tapscott
I'm no provider
I'm no love machine
Half of me has already been lost
I keep my calendar by the TV
I plagiarize even in my thoughts
There's a crystalline effect
Something simple and perfect
In the moment before I'm gone
Born to be a bitter sailor
To follow the compass and the chart
Born to die between the ocean and the stars
I never had a hero
Who never let me down
I always wanted to be just like them
I'd drink my father under the table
I'd colonize a little part of town
All the things that I possess
I need them less and less
Like the memory of all that I've done