My body bangs and twitchesnThe tequila whets my tonguenMy fingers find the stitchesnFirmly back and forth they runnI need no other memorynOf the bits of me I leftnWhen all this lethal drinkingnIs to hopefully forget about younnI might as well admit itnLike I even have a choicenThe crew have killed the captainnBut they still can hear his voicenA shadow on the waternA whisper in the windnOn long walks with my daughternWho is lately full of questions about younnWhen Job asked you a question,nYou answered, Who are you?nThat sounds a bit defensivenDid you just bite off more than you could chew