Laying face first on the floor
Wallowing in my gloom
Driving myself insane
With thoughts of the naked days
When love in creeks felt just fine
Before the body sagged and the mind raged
Before the shifting sands blew into my face
I got the get up song now
The coffee
The elderly man talking to his little dog
All that nonsense and no bikini models
At least not knocking on my door
So I lay here
Face first
On the floor
Contemplating that long road
To I told you so
See ya
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