Rust Belt -

Well feelings are one thing

But plans they are another

Are we fucking ourselves

By fucking each other?

And I’ve been spreading myself way too thinly

Across a continent

That wants to bankrupt me with geography

I would love to go to the gathering of the Juggalos

Cause you’re the Midwest

I’m a Rust Belt version of myself

Sure, I’d love to go see Joyce Manor in Toronto

Because there’s a girl that said she’s been dying to go

But I’m still unemployed

So when I leave then I won’t say I’m sorry

It seems kind of silly to apologize

For being another body

Trapped by physical limitations, sexual frustration, physics hesitation

I need a damn vacation!

Just a constant need for things to be okay

So I hope you won’t forget me

But everything is bleeding

Distance has no meaning

When you really start measuring your days