Wave

trying to shake off
vision of tsunami
with wave of bourbon
at the back of my throat

guess we're all gonna get
washed out to sea
one day. now's the time
to learn how to gasp,
cause if you got one
last breath, gotta make it deep
stretch those lungs to
the breaking
point.

I'm looking around and I
don't see no higher ground,
it's all pushing ebb and flow
and when the ocean comes storming
your gates, get ready to splinter
into the shards that's gonna make
up the brave new coastline
till the next siesmic shuffle