Lawns

December 27th: my dad walked in
I was 18 years old
He said "our trash can's blown over
The trash is all scattered across other people's lawns"
So I put on a jacket and I forgot my gloves
We went outside
It was cold as fuck

(I keep seeing these things out of the corner of my eye)

He gave me a trash bag, pointed across the street
Our trash was everywhere
So we went at it like an Easter egg hunt
Always more to be found
The wind started blowing
Every time I took my hands out of my fucking pockets
Shove 'em back in again

Bags from Kohl's and Target
Different colored gift wrap and thousands of receipts
I walked from lawn to lawn
I skipped the ones with fences and I grabbed all I could
The sidewalk I waited
(I waited)
I waited on the sidewalk, for my dad, I mean
But I couldn't find him
He was nowhere to be seen