Sublime

Sublime

I got a text today from my dear ole dad
He called me a fuckball for stealing my moms credit
I took the card from her purse it was brand spanking new

I told him I was drunk and didn't feel like living anymore
So I went to visit my favorite dead people they know me best
I drove to Richmond and Gettysburg my favorite haunts

I traced the names of the dead men and drove away
I climbed the hills and took in the eagles overhead
The birds seem to follow me around when I drove like this

He told me I didn't have the right to steal what wasn't mine
I told him I didn't have a choice as to being born and to whom
I was evil and spiteful and didn't give a damn anyway

I drove back all night and used her card until I couldn't
Seems they catch on when you don't verify who you are
Guess I used it one time too many by the time I hit Carolina
My last few dollars got me home or the place I started from
No where is home when you feel like you don't belong
I never wanted to come back around anyway

The thing about the civil war is I never can choose a side
I have always been able to side with either angle to the story
I can relate to the soldiers going off to die

I feel dead inside so often and want to die for something more
I want that good girl waiting for me to return home
I want to fight for something noble not just to win the argument

So I got a text today from dear ole dad
He told me he loved me and was glad I was sober
So why do I keep having drinking dreams?