of rest and recovery
on this lazy Sunday
i'm just kickin' up my heels
kings of leon's playing
my moral battle feels
far away from now and here
because i have wept away my tears
my fears forevermore
are glistening to me like the dew
is listening to the morning blue
with vodka in my chest
and an acid aching in my gut
i'm feelin' great off eight chlorocidin
awake at eight in the morning
remembering the pact that we made
that's why we're drinkin' till the a.m.
never sleepin' hard
just lovin' the hard wood floor
or air mattress
indecently
and frequently
decently awesome
presently done.
