Waking life

Arching scars just like white elephants,
You all see the scars right through my shirt,
There’s no story I could tell to her,
So I grin so hard she could see my first molar.

A long day of swimming,
A freight train hit me in the face,
Isn’t that just charming,
I’ve slept in national park bathroom, say what.

(Instrumental)

I don’t love traveling as much as I should,
As much as I hope I could,
But one more day in my town,
A dead body is what you will find around.

A town forever stuck at eleven o’clock,
Executed a dog for meowing,
And it had a flower infested creek,
A fit of red, a coffee before bed.

A town forever smelling like morning sausage,
You crawl your way out or you jump off the bridge,
Into flower infested creek.