A Sea Chanty of Sorts

Do what you like, you don't have to be nice
 Just pour yourself a cup of coffee
 Leave anytime, you don't have to be right
 You've gotta live the best you know how
 And if you love, well that should be enough
 Instead it turns your joy into sorrow
 And I can't breath, with the dust of retreat
 I'm choking on the fumes of my wayward back
 My woman lied, she was a witch in disguise
 And she dressed her wounds in sack cloth and ashes
 The children weep, at their dead mother's feet
 Her husband's drunk, a wolf in a sheep's skin
 And when we kissed, it didn't feel poisonous
 And when you cried, I dried off your blue eyes
 She smiles at me, as she is falling asleep
 Says, "We gotta live the best we know how to."