sangria and piranha wounds

broke that jug
smashed it out real good
and once, years ago
I dreamed I’d write this one
though I didn’t know it then
or you
I sure do
know it now
the lucidity behind those words
these words
the night, well
without control
finds me ringing on the floor
stained and drained
and a little less
insane

so I broke that jug
smashed it out real good
cause there’s so many
lines to read between
in just about everyone you meet
and I wanna keep my insanity
so baby lets just be clean
with a carefree island dream
a lost bottle and a plane
crashed in Jersey
maybe intentionally
maybe....