Lake Brenda

The grass needs mowin
Its 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 dont know if I miss it
More than I miss you
Its hard to differentiate
Between the two

I dont know how the hell
A life could go so wrong
A fish jumps from the water
Arcs and then its gone

Its 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