M43 by XBOXCHURCH

i raised my house at the edge of an opium field
three feet of grass between the way that it looks and it feels
i grow my fruit in the season that i left my soul
i eat my fill regurgitate compost and then i regrow
i live my life in the ditches on M43
memorials that get faded repainted by me
i spend my nights looking for somebody new i can be
acquiesce fuck myself to pictures of new normalcy
i never asked to be brought here but now i am stuck
i always thought i should fear fear
i oughtta teach myself how to yell and to fight
borrowing technique from people who live other lives
i oughtta teach myself to welcome some friction
i oughtta teach myself to sleep in the pitfall

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• acoustic pop
• bedroom
• experimental
• soundtrack
• Kalamazoo