eastern highways - nothing,nowhere.

In these eastern highways

I’m brittle like my bones

December’s got me feeling like

I never left home

In these eastern highways

I’m brittle like my bones

December’s got me feeling like

I never left home

Forget my name cause I’m a call away

Storing shame inside my skinny frame

Know you hate when you don’t get your way

And isn’t that something?

Barefoot on the train tracks

Sunburn on my crooked back

Little poles about brittle bones

Scream for help, then I hide the low

In these eastern highways

I’m brittle like my bones

December’s got me feeling like

I never left home

In these eastern highways

I’m brittle like my bones

December’s got me feeling like

I never left home

Then the asphalt cracks

It’s windows froze and an all black jacket

Grab that hatchet, say I won’t do it

Outside skin, inside red fluid

Consume all the fumes

Now your veins pump sewage

Alone, no home, who the fuck needs a unit?

Much less a crew dude, I’m a lew dude

See the sky looks blue to you, to me it only used to

I see no other way around this

Let me fall into the ground and

This world looks further with an old gaze

So far from things that you could never say