She says calm down
As he sinks another drink
The light behind his eyes
Slowly fades away
He says it's okay
Controlled, composed
He tells her a story
Tells of his woes...
Drifting around
Since the day he left school
Drinks his life away
Tristan Marley the fool.
Jack of all trades,
And master of none
He keeps hold of the bottle
Til the liquid's all gone.
Not a care in the world
But his next cigarette
Can't tell with Tristan
Quite what to expect.
With a drink in one hand
And a smoke in the other
He finishes them off
Then looks for another.
He'll drink til his memories
Are faded and gone
Til all of his senses
Have died, one by one.
He picks up a girl
Company til morning
Drops her again
Without any warning.
He takes up his pen
And he writes a few lines
Of the sorrow he knows
From his brief stretch of time.
He's got no sense of pride
Lives his life through his lies
Tristain Marley won't change
Til the day that he dies.
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