Sunday Carolina

My life’s apart My toes I’d touch But I could do Without the rush Midnight calls Again Liquor’s saved my day I see you not I guess I’ve lost my way Morning comes My coffee’s stale Let us Check the mail The door bell rings T-shirt with no jeans No class today Wide awake And I might not Last the wait This evenings cloud Have shaken my doubts I wonder If I’ll ever make it out Home from work Dreary eyes I lost my paintbrush In my shirt I’ve spoken soft Worded cloth But my quill Has written dry And to my dreams My days Might not say goodnight Lost my wave Astray in change There’s no tempo in this trap I am in dire need of a nap "Her songs after brunch"