and you mis pronounced my first name
when you announced that its my birthday
doesn't feel like,
20 should feel like
and the candles
melt on the cake
D isn't singing
he's much too afraid
someone will hear him
so he's staring

because i looked for an estuary
some place solitary
i could propose to,
if you're not opposed to
Ive been dreaming
of soaking wet
bottles of scotch and broken nets
but this town is dry
and these people are dry.