And these eastern highways
Are brittle like my bones
Decembers got me feeling like
I never left home
And these eastern highways
Are brittle like my bones
Decembers got me feeling like
I never left home
Forget my name cause Ima crawl away
Storing shame inside my skinny frame
Know you hate when you dont get your way
And isnt that something?
Barefoot on the train tracks
Sunburn on my crooked back
Little poems about my brittle bones
Scream for help, then I hide alone
And these eastern highways
Are brittle like my bones
Decembers got me feeling like
I never left home
And these eastern highways
Are brittle like my bones
Decembers got me feeling like
I never left home
Then the asphalt cracks
Its windows froze and an all black jacket
Grab that hatchet, say I wont do it
Outside skin, inside red fluid
Consume all the fumes
Now your veins pump sewage
Alone, no home, who the fuck needs a unit?
Much less a crew dude, Im a lewd dude
See the sky looks blue to you, to me it only used to
I see the water in your eyelids
Let them fall into the garden
The soil is fertile with the old days
So grow the things that you could never say