Winter, 2015

I won't bring it up now that you're calling me so much
Telling me how good it feels to be in love
Telling me how it feels to be someone's
Man, I just want to hang up
I can't reanimate winter nights filling the ash trays
Solo cups and calypso straight
You and me wobbling back and fourth
Nodding out
Face on the floor
Man, I sure hope that you're okay
Just dead on the couch, TV light just bleeding out
Hand stuck in Dorito bag, making puddles and washing rags
Burn the weed then hide the bag
Piss the fire out, just like that
Man, we sure should move past the past



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Writer(s): Morgan Motes
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