The words trapped in December
I am awaken from my slumber
Stumbling home from the bar
The open sign gets turned
As the cars all go by
And I’m having the time of my life
As I am stumbling home
My legs give out
And I am forced to lay in the grass
How beautiful the sky looks
On a Friday night
I lay in the grass, watching the rainfall
As the people walk by
It all seems like a waste of time
I finally find my home
Wet and cold, drunk and alone
But these wet December
Nights don’t get
Any better
Then
This
