Dear Brother,
Give me one chance to explain
Why we can’t hang out today
It’s more than a migraine
For when depths press
The water tightens
It’s a death trap
Until the mood lightens
As the dawn breaks
Moonshine
My last night will go down
As a hell of a time
I woke up, beer cans, all around
I wondered where my car was?
Wishing the sun would leave-
My head began to justly pound
Two hours of sleep,
Clearly let me do that now,
Dear Brother
I’m sorry to let you down
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