Past Poisons - Patrick Park

I pull up your drive and I lay on the horn

Cling to the bottle that’s keeping me warm

Sweet whiskey Jesus I wish I weren’t born

You get up to leave and you hear in the dark

Those early evening arrows missing their mark

'Cause they’re out to get you, but they don’t have the heart

You’re just another one of last summer’s dreams

Your eyes are blue, and your seas are green

Some small consolation you get for a while

So drink down your sorrows and their crooked ass smiles

If you want me you know where I’ll be

Putting past poisons gently to sleep

If you want me you know where I’ll be

Putting past poisons gently to sleep

There’s a fire inside that makes your blood run

The lovers who love you smell your smoke from your gun

You keep your confusion to your hell made for one

You’re just another one of last summer’s dreams

Your eyes are blue, and your seas are green

Some small consolation you get for a while

So drink down your sorrows and their crooked ass smiles

If you want me you know where I’ll be

Putting past poisons gently to sleep

If you want me you know where I’ll be

Putting past poisons gently to sleep