Drowning in debt it wouldn't hurt to sip slowly
Chase Me I found myself In the morning
My pain is mix with wine and codiene.
My eyes are low I can't see nothing,
I smile for nothing.

Seven hundred waisted on my nothing's
I need to take it
Easy, Easy Easy Easy
Oh this ain't Easy

I re-up
You woke up
This ain't enough
I love the feeling where I can't feel my feeling.

And my car is gone
And my card is decline
And my drink is sweet
Cause I don't have to worry

I’m lost in my thoughts, utterly alone,
staring at those huge peaks clawing at the heavens.
This little homestead dwarfed by those mountains.
I feel small here, this country is vast
and there’s no one here, another planet
victorious in making a more beautiful Earth
without vile creatures poisoning it.
The air is fresh and smells of primroses
and ozone from a distant thunderstorm
behind me across the plains.
This must be a dream, I think to myself,
but I’m too afraid to pinch my arm,
just in case I’m right.

At the Jenny Lake overlook, the mountains looming
as I sit by the water so still,
reflecting the mountains so well
that I can’t tell up from down.
The smell of the pines overwhelms me
and I wade into that cool water
as an eagle whistles into a valley,
the mountains whistling back
and I whistle too, caught in the moment.
The others on the shore whistle too,
and I swear the dozen of us were infinite.