A Trenchant Critique

You said that you finally heard the 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
 Once said and I quote, I just read this thing that you wrote in college
 A trenchant critique of anthropology
 Being accepted as a social science
 And not the art of educated observation
 And 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
 Well, those were formative years
 And maybe that's why I like to drink my beers warm
 I like to take my pants off, I like a little ink on my girl
 I always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home