Crying to Hank Williams in the Shower

Some creation myth
His accounting for size
We folly between
Porn and pepto
Top and bottom
But nothing migrates past July
The sky stark and windless
The bed barely moves

I have bad dreams
That we are fighting
All of the time
But when I wake up I
Have a hard-on
And we're not fighting
And everything is fine

I have bad dreams
That we are fighting
All of the time
But when I wake up I
Have a hard-on
And we're not fighting
And everything is fine

Might my hair going gray
Have something to scratch
Skipping sleep for some overblown dream
Instead of waking up after he's left the house
Hey now I'm hard again
His again
Thinking about it later
My pockets filled with wedding grass and sleeping pills

I have bad dreams
That we are fighting
All of the time
But when I wake up I
Have a hard-on
And we're not fighting
And everything is fine