Flotsam - Poet's Tell

Living on your own again
What's gonna keep you clean this time
But how you wear your skin so hard
And breath that turpentine

You're not her only hurting sin
But her favorite one it seems
You thought you'd die
When you heard goodbye
And sank your dreams

You're just confused like the rest of us
About your next meal
Left mistakes everywhere
For the whole word to feel

It comes around once more
Get drunk again before we go
I wish I'd heard his last dying words
Last dying words