God Bless Eric Taylor (Acoustic)

We slept in the mouth of old friends
And I'm happy living like river kids
We'll be here in our tomby sleep
Going back to the place we left our feet
Could you get some matches?
I'll probably burn them, because I can't drive
And I need something to pass the time
I don't need any more
I'm waking up all bleary eyed, and I am wondering where I should lie
Because this couch is making my head feel
Sore, watching my best friend vomit through the door
Rinsing his mouth out in the sink
Telling me this is the last time we drink
Let's just pass out and forget our bodies could use the rest
Come with me, I promise the water is fine.
I need something else to convince me I won't die