Myrtle Beach Bummer

Sand house blues

I’ll be fine at high tide

When my wants are washed away

Counting on vapor to stay

Holding wind’s hands for a day

Full of nonsense but slowly opening all vents

Air out yeah pray then repent.

/

Dreary days have purpose

Learning I shouldn’t be so nervous

Friends out of service

Loved ones who never surface

Being afraid of blessed waves

Doesn’t make sense so I’ll learn how to behave

Buildings I’ve treasured

Wash away.

/

I’ll be fine no matter what tide I’m in.

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