good morning, all memories, gone

here we are
tripping down elm
and it’s cold and it’s dark
here we are
at sunday worship
growing old, growing stark

and it’s dawn
and we’re still up
and we’re still drunk
and we are
stoned and offset
by an old regret
and we’re walking home
from the barroom

jennifer
drive me far from the corner
store where i worked and we met
jennifer
lead me strong from our band’s last set
we were stealing it

away and a dance for steven
we lost it
the beat on the ground
both feet on the ground
just rockin’ it

oh, there we were
tripping in forests so green
and there we were
stoned by the fire
hours went by
and we went to sleep
and i was scared by the moon
slept past noon
and stoned again

jennifer
drove me home from the corner
store where i worked and we met
jennifer
passed me by with a smile
and left me at the max station

to lead me on
we never left

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