I'm on an empty 3 acres with a kitten and a christmas tree
I'm seeking refuge at my aunts house, she left town and me the keys. Thankfully the last time I was here I fixed up my cousin's guitar, so I finished a song and started a new one. It's surreal being here though. Most of the stuff here has been since I was a kid or used to belong to my family. Familier shapes and color skemes and scents... floods of memory.
Walmart bags line the trash, I heard a woman got trambled at one today.
On the day I sit at home and buy nothing.
The news covered stories of death and dismay, the same tune they've covered for years.
I'm not not sure of a much, but I know one thing, it's clear I don't belong here.
Walmart bags line the trash, I heard a woman got trambled at one today.
On the day I sit at home and buy nothing.
The news covered stories of death and dismay, the same tune they've covered for years.
I'm not not sure of a much, but I know one thing, it's clear I don't belong here.