Dag Nasty

sitting here like forty ounces
waiting to be drunk
I always seem to want what I don't want
it's more than I can handle
still I want another shot
even without it , five minutes from now
I'll find I can't stand up
on the edge , I've been there
and it's just as crowded as back home
though the waves are strong
it's easy enough to swim on back to the shore
sometimes , couldn't my eyes just stay at home ?
'cause sometimes
seeing doesn't see me through