Texty: Ass Ponys. Lake Brenda.

The grass needs mowin?
It?s thick and overgrown
The weeds grow tall
Around Lake Brenda

I hit the juice
Puts gravel in my goose
And helps me fall
Into Lake Brenda

I don?t know if I miss it
More than I miss you
It?s hard to differentiate
Between the two

I don?t know how the hell
A life could go so wrong
A fish jumps from the water
Arcs and then it?s gone

It?s getting late
I have to cut some bait
And sacrifice it
To Lake Brenda

I must be cursed
I guess it could be worse
I could be drowning
On Lake Brenda