Memories from a Shore

After I ate I went outside to catch my air,
And to walk off my drink.
And I rolled tobacco,
And watched as the smoke floated magically like you left me.
Oh I made a firm fist,
And, pissed, thought it brilliant to throw my hand into the door.
I knew I would have to admit that I was wrong.
I decided to not talk no more.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
If you wrote a list of the times I considered to swim in my heavenly home.
And God and His angels are all under water,
And callin’my name once for all.
Oh, and I had this hat that I lost in September,
I miss you less than that, you know.
Oh how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul,
No home.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.