you'll find me in the morning,
not quite drunk,
kinda swaying in the bed of my pickup.
with a half-empty, half-full bottle of jack
held in my earth-dusted hand,
i'll be drinking the sunrise away
like it's something to strive for.
i guess you could call it meditation.
maybe i'll be hoping you'll find me
whenever i decide to disappear,
but i guess everybody lives forever somewhere.
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
you'll find me in the morning,
not quite drunk,
kinda swaying in the bed of my pickup.
with a half-empty, half-full bottle of jack
held in my earth-dusted hand,
i'll be drinking the sunrise away
like it's something to strive for.
i guess you could call it meditation.
maybe i'll be hoping you'll find me
whenever i decide to disappear,
but i guess everybody lives forever somewhere.
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