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I'm on a walk with nothing in my hand Moon out, sunglasses on Let's be honest, I'm probably drunk. And my favorite thing to do Intoxicated, Inebriated, Alleviated is watch a film WELL... I've been drinking. The water on my eyelashes Falls through the weaving of the cheap, broken lawnchair holding me up. Pressed hard against my Department Store Jeans. The brand name my mom likes I watch movies about Bob Dylan soaking wet My hair looks unwashed I've been wearing the same ******* watch for three years to the day But I'm not bored of it I've lived in the same ******* town for 18 years and I've never thought more of it I feel the grass growing up, itching my Ankles, Calves, Knees it goes up and under my skin pulling punches as it pleases. But doesn't everyone? The thin layer inside of my Elbow, Arm, Limb goes numb gives in. But doesn't everyone? my Whiskey Sour doesn't Thank god for that. the Bowl before bed doesn't Thank **** for that Otherwise I'd probably feel close to nothing Which probably wouldn't feel so bad
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
"I'm Not There" in Levi's
I'm on a walk with nothing in my hand Moon out, sunglasses on Let's be honest, I'm probably drunk. And my favorite thing to do Intoxicated, Inebriated, Alleviated is watch a film WELL... I've been drinking. The water on my eyelashes Falls through the weaving of the cheap, broken lawnchair holding me up. Pressed hard against my Department Store Jeans. The brand name my mom likes I watch movies about Bob Dylan soaking wet My hair looks unwashed I've been wearing the same ******* watch for three years to the day But I'm not bored of it I've lived in the same ******* town for 18 years and I've never thought more of it I feel the grass growing up, itching my Ankles, Calves, Knees it goes up and under my skin pulling punches as it pleases. But doesn't everyone? The thin layer inside of my Elbow, Arm, Limb goes numb gives in. But doesn't everyone? my Whiskey Sour doesn't Thank god for that. the Bowl before bed doesn't Thank **** for that Otherwise I'd probably feel close to nothing Which probably wouldn't feel so bad
Copyright 2010 M.E. Lundy
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
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