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The Ballad of Cpt. Morgan

  • October 18, 2013
  • by Crommunist
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I used to (and swear I no longer) have a serious ‘drunk texting’ problem. Many of my friends have been on the receiving end of at least one suspiciously-late confession of deep affection. Most of the time these messages were innocuous and either laughed at or ignored, but occasionally I had to apologize for my lack of self-restraint.

This song is about that.

https://crommunist.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/ballad-of-cpt-morgan.mp3

Lyrics:

So I washed up on your shore again,
Drunk and needing more than just a friend
But in the end it’s clear:
I shouldn’t be here.

The time I passed out on your floor again,
Treading scotch & water trying to pretend
That I can mend this fence,
Make you play defence.

So here’s to the nights I waited by the phone,
And here’s to the time I wouldn’t leave you alone.
Let’s just wash them down with a cup of me forgetting,
I’m betting you will…

*Chorus*
Let it all drown
(Watch as I slowly sink into another drink)
Let it go over and under and upside down,
Won’t you let it all drown?

This can’t go on I gotta sink or swim
Your lights are on and I think it’s him,
I take a dim view
Of him loving you.

And who’s to blame for the stupid things I said?
Floundering, hanging by a thread
But in my head I know
I’ve got to let it go

So one for the good times and two for the bad
And three for the chance I still never feel I had
Unfortunately I’ve found the bottom of the bottle,
The water’s closing in…

*Chorus*

Drowning my problems,
Can’t seem to stop
The more that I pour they just float to the top
My head on the table
The glass in my hand
Washed up and passed out, my feet in the sand
I shout my throat sore,
I cry my eyes red.
I feel like my heart’s way in over my head.
If liquor is quicker,
I’ll peel off the sticker of my beer to be clear that I’m just getting sicker
Of heartache I can’t make it

*Chorus, outro

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