Where the sidewalk ends, a new life begins with a better taste in my mouth. But that sidewalk's far and my eyes feel raw, so I spit the better taste
Yours is the only cancer I accept Because it's you in my lungs and i cough you up for days. I can cough you up for days Roof to Bench to Leathery Ground
I cannot think of anything to think about I search the folds of my brain I stretch myself towards my destination We ate roots and sat I traced pitter
Last summer things got hazy And I ended up in a band And I slept well through the daytime On my stomach in the back of a van And I was shouting
I was born in a swamp I was born with no clothes on I was born in a swamp I was born with no clothes on I broke off and became something breathing I
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Oh, I'm in a cave my mind's erased, I'm in a cave I thought I was strong I was just bouncing along Across and over my guitar I thought
Who's loyal now? Who stuck around? Who still has the oldest of words in their mouth? Wrought in between You know who I am But, gee you're exposed with
The sequence found and pushed away, i'll love nothing more, drink plant eat drink take my time, drink plant eat drink take my time a stage set for the
I was born again in a foreign place with my pupils wide and my friends onstage. It was a warmth I had not had the pleasure to face. And when the music
I cannot think of anything to think about, I search the folds of my brain, I stretch myself towards my destination, We ate roots and sat, I traced pitter
dont you think it's best, if we just leave it to rest, like why am i rapping, like do we have NO ideas left?!!?! Like Look at his "chest," Look at his Feccking Weatherbox
Thick green I pushed back Waiting through the thick black Footprints in the thickest grass Wolves always find my tracks A flare, a far cry of mine Just
I woke in the snow with my face on the pavement and icicles hanging off most of my clothes 10 picket fences for 10 perfect houses with green little gardens
