Hey perfect stranger, I can't take the hint.
Why are you looking at me?
I just hit my head, so maybe I'll have the courage
To think a little less and talk a little more
Sweet, caustic smoke on your front porch
And broken bottles we didn't care much for
But it's always dusk when your head's down
And your back's against the sun
Late night, three plates of junk
I can't figure out what's gotten me into this funk
I would've spent most of the night sad, alone, and drunk
Had I not found my niche; I guess I got good luck
Some nights I fantasize
About jumping in and opening my eyes
I imagine the water a sea of green
And like thoughts of you, so far from clean
All of my friends moved north to greater prospects and greater lakes
I wish I could've joined them
All I've got is this shitty pond, it always freezes over
Wake me up when it thaws
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