I Miss America

Covered in dirt and filmy dust
I would find a towel that smelled of
Wet mildew and wipe off my teeth pastings
I would get a glass of water
And sit on the porch that overlooks
A quiet street that reeks of crack and poverty
Oooh
Ahhh

I watched as a cigarette
Dropped down on your limp wrist
Falling onto all the words
You wrote when you couldn't sleep
Burning all the words that hurt
Out of your troubled mind
When all that anybody wanted was for you to get some rest
Oooh
Ahhh
Oooh
Ahhh
You're already drunk, its 10:00 AM
I predict it's imminent
You're already drunk, its 10:00 AM
I predict it's imminent

Oooh
Ahhh
Oooh
Ahhh
You're already drunk, it's 10:00 AM
I predict it's imminent
You're already drunk, it's 10:00 AM
I predict it's imminent
You're already drunk, its 10:00 AM
I predict it's imminent
You're already drunk, it's 10:00 o'clock in the fucking morning