Jackass Lake from Landscapes by Will Griffith

While we were spooning in your sleeping bag
You made out with Emily underneath my sweatshirt
Snow was falling outside our tarp shelter
Somehow I managed not to notice

Rain had turned my sleeping bag to mud
So I shared my body heat with my bud
Then as we told our ghost stories
You hid your heads and I recited Oread

How the hell did I miss that?
How could you do that to me?
How the hell did I miss that?
How could you do that to me?

I stare at my boots on the hike down
Wet blue jeans turned the yellow leather brown
You walk with Emily towards the back
I hike on past my friends

I lose the path and fall into a gulley
So I blow my whistle and hug a tree
But you never came looking for me
So I had to trailblaze my way back to the city

How the hell did I miss that?
How could you do that to me?
How the hell did I miss that?
How could you do that to me?

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