Lawns

December 27th: my dad walked 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 (I keep seeing these things out of the corner of my eye) 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 'em back in again Bags from Kohl's and Target Different colored giftwrap and thousands of receipts I walked from lawn to lawn I skipped the ones with fences And I grabbed all I could The sidewalk I waited I waited on the sidewalk, for my dad I mean But I couldn't find him He was nowhere to be seen