I used to ramble and I used to ****
used to blow my tires and get my truck stuck.
Used to ramble on forget what'd I say,
used to ‘pologize, n' ask if I may.
Find myself lost in a foreign place…
Used to light candles and grieve for the dead,
used to genuflect, bend at the kneck.
Used to wear sandals with the necklace,
used to sight my prizes, was used to surprises.
Find myself running through the mud from the cops,
I’d hear their steps, I'd never stop…
Tough **** you quit--
you made the most out of it,
now they’re a ghost that you miss (ghost that you miss…)
the closest you’ve hit.
Used to get spooky with that Kerouac,
in the mountains or garage with only what I packed.
Everywhere lovers, used to meet their stare,
I used to write them letters stuffed with my hair.
Find myself penniless making mess...
Used to be bad, yeah, I used to do drugs,
Used to lose my mind combing through a rug.
I used to break curses and chase the sunset,
Used to count the smiles on my friends as they slept.
Find myself slipping out of the house,
into the street, filling my mouth...
Tough **** you quit
you made the most out of it,
now they’re a ghost that you miss (ghost that you miss…)
the closest you’ve hit.