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