The Bottle

Bobbing along amongst a volatile ocean

Feeling seedy and worn

Head bearly above water

The cork my snorkel

Bobbing amongst a floating mattress

Hungover and torn

A bedside table can pulls me up, yet drags me down

I roll over and hug my wife

I'm either dreaming, it's the drinking or the afterlife

Bobbing along

A bottle floats ashore

There's a message inside

Drowned by the liquor it had consumed before 

Bobbing along to the bottle store next door

Needle's on the vinyl

Spinning the same tunes once more