Apr 2013
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi staring toward the Illinois side we yelled at barges for hours. Not a care in the world, except the beer that was getting warm in our backpack. As Lewis and Clark stared back at us we knew we were the social obscurity.
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi higher than **** on acid, we knew our summer was coming to and end. Not a care in the world except the depleted ***** and the music’s fading battery. As we wondered the small town, we knew we were the social obscurity.
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi, up all night yelling at the moon, we knew our friendship would last forever. Not a care in world except the night was ending and the morning beginning. As we fell asleep in the morning light, we knew we were the social obscurity.
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi we stared back at the arch. We knew the Venice Café would be closing soon. Not a care in the world except the heat of the mid-west summer night. As ****** in the river, we knew we were the social obscurity.
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi higher than **** on acid, we knew our summer was coming to and end. Not a care in the world except the depleted ***** and the music’s fading battery. As we wondered the small town, we knew we were the social obscurity.
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi, up all night yelling at the moon, we knew our friendship would last forever. Not a care in world except the night was ending and the morning beginning. As we fell asleep in the morning light, we knew we were the social obscurity.
Sitting on the banks of the muddy Mississippi we stared back at the arch. We knew the Venice Café would be closing soon. Not a care in the world except the heat of the mid-west summer night. As ****** in the river, we knew we were the social obscurity.
