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