Drunkmare

Ticonderoga

Compositor: Mark Paulson / Phil Moore

I don't forget too much
but what a fog this was
We had just tripped into the door
nothing short of a little drunk

I felt the wild in my skin
like a mute in the sound
and the sound just grew like a welcome-home

I traced my steps
found a trail of blood
I had shot myself in the head
and couldn't think straight for months