And there I was, getting splinters from a barstool. And who are you to judge? I've tried my very best. I'm canceling today. I know I shouldn't stay too long, but I have to carve my name into the bar. It shouldn't take too long. And here I am, waking up like a ghost. Scowling at the daytime glow. Cold sheets and regret. I once was young but that was then. I slither out of bed and catch a cab. To my one true love, I know she'll remember. My honest eyes and my crooked smile. And how I love you more than the ocean loves to drown. More than my throat could make it sound. More than bridges love to burn. More than death when he gets his turn. More than the ocean loves to drown