I am a poor freezingly cold soul
So far from where I intended to go
Scavenging through life's very constant lulls
So far from where I'm determined to go
Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love
There is no way
Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love
But you see, I've got no charm
Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold
Oh, this is very clear to you
And you can tell I have never really loved
You can tell by the way I sleep all day
An intentional ambiguity as to whether it is emotion or drink that the narrator has consumed “more than he can hold”, as either are a natural tendency in the throes of unrequited love. Of course, having too much to drink can mirror the physical symptoms of being “seasick”.
Seasick Yet Still Docked