You said you finally heard these voices in my head
Or at least I think you did
I'm so easily confused,
An inebriated fool
Who doesn't know his right from left
Or often right from wrong
One said, and I quote,
"I just read this thing you wrote in college
A Trenchant Critique of Anthropology
And not the art of educated observation"
All the things that we can learn about ourselves in the context of someone else
Another vaguely remembers
Swimming naked with strangers
One summer night
On that ill fated tour
Those were formative years
And maybe thats why
I like to drink my beers warm
I like to take my pants off
And I like a little ink on my girl
I always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home