Goldmind Gutted
the smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks, we were a stroke of luck, we were a gold mine
-they gutted us.
and from the sidelines you see me run until i'm out of breath, living the good life i left for dead in the sorrowful midwest.
well i did my best to keep my head.
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes
and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much
and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness
my stray dog freedom
let’s have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divvy up
and from the sidelines i see you run until you're out of breath
and all those white lines that sped us up we hurry to our death
well i lagged behind, so you got ahead.