December 27th: my dad walks in I was 18 years old He said “our trash can’s blown over The trash is all scattered across other people’s lawns” So I put on a jacket and I forgot my gloves We went outside It was cold as fuck He gave me a trashcan, pointed across the street Our trash was everywhere So we went at it like an Easter egg hunt Always more to be found The wind started blowing Every time I took my hands out of my fucking pockets Shove ‘m back in again
Bags from Kohl’s and Target Different colored gift wrap and thousands of receipts I walked from lawn to lawn I skipped the ones with fences and I grabbed all I could I waited on the sidewalk, for my dad I mean But I couldn’t find him He was nowhere to be seenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
