Moose Drool Brown Ale
Still Hung Up On You
Stressed and evading the day,
I close my eyes and still see,
Your image like a dream before me.
Rocking the aviators, cruising in a White Jeep.
New girls come and go, but no,
I still feel, illegally attached to you.
Like colors to the blind, I draw,
Closer to your image of straw.
Its been 2 days since I slept,
But coffee and cigarettes,
Fuel my urge to sit,
Right next to your regrets.
But the good times spent,
Together late night, at the drive thru,
Will forever be ingrained in me,
Even when I know I’ll never see you…