Salt Rimmed Eyes

Beggar by choice scholar by trade
A crown is a crown
Even if it is of thistles made
I know what I like this prison is fair
But I'm looking for some new
More comfortable shackles to wear
Stylish like the ones I had before
But with just a little less
Of a bite I dont want em tight
When Im sitting high upon the shore
Looking at the ocean well I do not cry
Its just my salt rimmed eyes
Just my salt rimmed eyes

Teller of tales causer of pain
I dont got time to think
Why they gave me those names
Places to go people to meet
Im gonna need one on the rocks
I got to have my best wits about me
I'm not gonna make her wait that long
She knows that Im always almost home
Always almost home
When I'm sitting high up on the shore
Looking at the ocean well I do not cry
Its just my salt rimmed eyes
Just my salt rimmed eyes