Thirty

Happy songs in my car, holy water in my tank, they only leave a scar, blown away in little ways, a gurgle from the crank, an awful terrible waste, you peel away my bark, make even sunshine dank, scatter ashes on the bar, what is left to say, my mind fills up blank, clinging to the day, Oh you are a dog, no one else to thank, use me like a log, bring me to this state, am allowed to call you Hank, except on holidays, I never know how far, what is down the line, but see what's going on, lay you down intact.