Gator

Doing everything but kissing On the bench in the cemetery That said ‘I know my redeemer liveth’ We try a joke about our late neighbors Knowing what to do In and under concrete Watching shadows shift Bailey slipped by me at dawn And really took her time killing that skunk I asked Tate if I smelled like shit He said man you’re asking the wrong guy I put down the power planer and pause the desert storm podcast It’s the Patron saint of Gatorlyte Delivеring the egg cheese Latеr we will dance to Kenny Chesney in the kitchen Did I see you at the riverside drone set? Eating questionable eggs at the custard shop How to the hell is Dirty Flowers playing ‘Dallas’ next door Music scene is crazy The band starts up Your ex is there Gimme a wet kiss on the mouth It’s enclosure of the commons Silence under the overpass Rainstorm driving highway squall So you want to see the world Have a look there over the weather bow It’s parking lots and alleyways It’s light beer piss on couch Everything is always killing you I could break my back lifting this beam or sending this email Eating spinach or eating liver Oli plays 'Blue Factory Flame' on the touch tunes Say what you will about the academy But at least we can see Kath Bloom And the free eco-terroror screening In the same weekend Floatin’ straight They ripped the cypress out of here a long time ago Now it feels like a promenade I think about workin Pulling up nets Looking at the city That pays my checks But I’m just a tourist Last night we were there Three siblings and two partners bummed and shared one cigarette Oh theres a gator I hope he's hungry Here’s a marshmallow and a hot dog