The Year Now

In the morning I don't wake up If I leave it's with my eyes shut Honey I'm impatient as fuck Love too many no one enough I will always be the age of the current year Something washed up on the seashore Did we ever figure out what it was for I let myself in the back door I let myself out I am letting it all go now Maybe someday I'll be wiser than I am now When I die I hope you'll be there if you care I will never be more to my motorcycle man than his Winding roads