(no subject)
Everything is perfect
on my parent’s boat,
swaying back and forth,
sweat pouring off my face and back.
Every girl I’ve ever loved is gone.
1970’s mix blares on.
I think I’ll write them all when I get home,
any with an address I can still find.
Look at what my father’s money bought.
Add a little lotion where it burns,
and drink until there’s nothing left.
I can still hear the voices of Lennon and Garcia
even though they’re dead,
which makes me believe
there is still hope for me.
on my parent’s boat,
swaying back and forth,
sweat pouring off my face and back.
Every girl I’ve ever loved is gone.
1970’s mix blares on.
I think I’ll write them all when I get home,
any with an address I can still find.
Look at what my father’s money bought.
Add a little lotion where it burns,
and drink until there’s nothing left.
I can still hear the voices of Lennon and Garcia
even though they’re dead,
which makes me believe
there is still hope for me.