I use my hand to shoot out the sun from the mattress on the floor in my bedroom's blanket fortress.
Who are you? and what are you doing here?
Track Name: Poison Smoak
It's taking me too much to to walk home. The drugs she stole, I bought and I washed down with a beer I thought that Josh had forgotten about. I guess I'll roll a cigarette and calm back down. I've been pissing on brains with my dirty mouth. I've been spending way too much time thinking about how we were just kids but I thought we'd have grown up by now. But poison smoak knows me better than you.
Track Name: 1576
When we dropped the roach in the car we tore it apart and all that we found was change and burnt CD-Rs. They represent who we are, discarded copies of the kids in other towns. Give me a mix tape of hope, a quarter ounce of dope and just enough gas to get to Bruce Park. But when I drive through New Martinsville I see the place I've been fucked or beat up. Willimantic's the same but all they names changed to the place and people I waste my time with. All cities are coffins for street signs and bicycles. Where parents and cops are the same thing. Like your first kiss and first cigarette. The first paycheck you spent from the first job the you quit. Every town is boring and all your friends are temporary but you've gotta die somewhere. We've all gotta die somewhere.
Track Name: Glendale & Colegate & Deerwalk
So let's sit in your old car and get wasted on Paden Fork. Or let's smoke weed in the backyard with the trampoline down your street. Or let's spit off of an overpass where Jade and I used to watch trucks drive by underneath us instead of going to bed. Most times I feel like shit and I'm only concerned with what I can get away with. What can I get away with?