Just let me sink Into these 4 walls Deductively speaking; The polar of movement I can strap myself to bike wheels But can only really go so far Before my legs just fail me And I careen into oncoming traffic I wanna be dragged by the Sunlight To expose my faults and fraying I wanna crash into the Moon And make hurricanes on my way out It must be better than just having My flesh fall slow off bone like this Yeah it's slow to leaf through palm trees But it's better than sleeping through snow And it's getting boring leafing through pages I write until I am broke And be broken until I'm fixed But it's just not gonna make this place any less shit So let me melt Into my bedposts I'll go to Wynwood one day But not being so damn tired I can burn all of my bridges But not overcome this fear of heights And swim right through the ocean But get pissed off at the waves It's fucking boring Being misunderstood Like strip mall nirvana and no Internet My skin is drying out While I'm keeping; 90% humidity and through 80's through the Winter So let me rot in Pompano Keep the cold to myself I'll fill the gaps of ice life by slipping on my shit nights And Blizzard games past midnight

These years blend & I wish I could remember them More clearly but then on the other hand Fall has been the place where shit always goes wrong And I can feel it in my bones It wants to break me & degrade me And hate absolutely everything 'Cuz of the ways of cycle & season And what’s permanence worth when I’m not cool Or sharp or going anywhere You tell me man that’s all I ask And make it quick 'cuz I’m missing class These words blend please let me remember them When we look at each with anything but love Let that day wait I want this November Let nothing happen these are my first things saved to keep And I want it in arms reach A nightstand breath affair Whose face I can see In the evercold weather But what exactly is “moving on”? When I just never stop thinking of pasts and shoulda coulda beens I am encoding me in all I’ve seen And it’s not gonna be quick & it’s not gonna be clean

You want to snap to Insta for some instant identity But watch for the same trends As the person over there with aesthetic Strapped across the back And whipped right into tip top shape Of fashion, of style, of making all your grades Of making, of faking, but who am I to say? But I’ve seen that fucking fox Too many times to count And each time I feel a sense That I’m being a little faked out But that’s me; judgmental prick You go to your aesthetic blogsite I’ll be convincing myself that I’m right

I’m looking or the next bands That can save somebody’s life For kids in suburban basements Still sincere to their core Looking for a mirror Sheared with perfect songs To tell me what I’m looking at To explain me & my generation Another night I’m coming home Confident with nothing & just waiting on the check To clear me of all of this I guess I don’t want government But do I really want anything, anyway? Another night I’m coming home Without a single sense of my generation Whatever that fucking word means anyway Imagine writing songs that I can believe Imagine forming politics that make any kind of sense What you call coherence I cover with irony And consistency is a “rational prison enslaving the western world” To the crust punx, to the local bands To the tear stained guitars I don’t relate to this, I don’t relate to anything What has sincerity gotten you? Cause I’m really unsure what it’s gotten me

Just keep walking west Until you just find nothing left In the states squared like puzzle pieces In the towns in dust bowl land I want to get & breathe this country But it still chokes me anyway But like Portland will hear, yeah right … And San Fran’s for tech devs and bougie queers Besides, it’s all stolen and soaking in blood And the shit in between is all stuff I don’t need There’s a riot goin’ on Until it’s over I’ll just be sleeping In this bed that blankets like Pilotwings Parsing out pieces & not sweating the details I want to watch this land just flourish But the Bible Belt and bigotry ain't proving compliant But like Philly will listen, yeah right … And South Florida is for dealers & octogenarians But like New York will note it, yeah right ... And Orlando’s a place that should never have made it Besides it’s all stolen & soaking in blood And my feet don’t stand too easy on that So I’ll just stroll on for good ‘Till my soles get even more sore Like they’re absorbing curses From the dirt & through my tattered shoes Because it isn’t clean and looting is illegal But only if you don’t have the money to show And you can't abate waste and you can't resist nothing Every teenage dream is just learning to drive early Tell me what I wanna hear, communicate my politics in meme I can understand a little but I cant escape my history And LA's too busy killing movies The left is moving into a new neighborhood in Brooklyn And all these places are locked in a shell They see their own reflection and bottle up the rest And never ever start to put their ear to ground And start to note the shit that's rolling through their guts Besides, this is all stolen and soaked deep in blood But “where could I live if I don't wanna live in a country?”

hare this – drink this moment here Make eyes, give faces, below & above We should have nothing much left here to fear Graffiti at Glenwood reads; “Change starts with love” This will make clear; I’ll make sense of the summer Throughout the fall I called to listen But I can’t be sure I even listened Selfish, less than – lend me an ear I’ll whine about how you’re denying There will be pride one day soon but for now forget it My guitar, my voice, each crack tightly wound To be as sure of this sense as I can possibly be Lest Deerfield hold disaster and make ruin of face Algernon & Glenwood ave & these feelings don’t hurt So why should this life be pulled taut over every single part? Hand holdings, soft kisses, be the only one who gets me Maybe I shouldn’t be got & this is my best Hunched down in the corner when the songs play Cross my mind, time over time, like constance I’m constantly in love, a thing for no help Just a little misshapen kind of dead ring Oblique little references to all sorts of love-type things Weird little allusions to all sorts of love-type things

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I’m wasting your time Why haven’t you figured that out yet? I care more about this stupid music And my false contracts with made-up deadlines Then about anybody I see on the day-to-day But let’s study together sometime And I can bring along my stupid problems And maybe even snacks to eat Pity stupid little me For feeling how I do in the first goddamn place We’re saving this time In hand holding mid-squeezes I care as much about this moment here As I have about this whole damn life This is special, I really care about us But I’m mess, that I know, and don’t wanna Drag anybody down – but please support me And I can tank for you and take it all But savor that discordance and start eating the same tropes I see everyone here’s in the same kinda mess And if I think too hard about it The second thought will start to become the top dog I wouldn't recommend that you share a space so please So I’ll give you 5 more fucking seconds till you’re fully sick of me

Like eating our food on the back of a car In the Deerfield night outside of “China Fun” It’s a walk, it’s a place, that I passed in my mind It’s familiar, it’s background, it’s like the coffee of the grind These houses were schoolmates, the library, and flash games I’m reminded every minute this is so very sixteen And everything I read from you is so goddamned 23 ---Well, it just gets to me. What you call flavor of the month, I call untroughed identity And what I decide ‘bout all this shit makes it easier to breath But you don’t gotta know or anything like that For that matter just be quiet before I contradict myself Before I make a complete ass out of myself Like living in a small square with two for two whole weeks And cutting my way home through a little place I’d just Throw in the trash if you just fucking ask me But as it is no one has ever fucking asked me And I’ll just sleep on this growth like it’s an eventuality And not a process and not a workable thing Burning for me and for trying to make changes It’s like a simple thing and still difficult to manage And everything I read of this is middle school and Nelson ---Well, it just gets to me 'Cuz fire makes food, fire doesn’t make houses Fire makes itself, it doesn’t build a community And when I’m with you alone I try my best to remember you’re real So real it kinda freaks me out Physical and host to pluralities Modalities, blemishes, and soft curiosities So drink a toast to being so milquetoast To life that you’re just barely keeping alive I’m building a new life, and I will try To not have to leave any old bits behind But this is new, this is sick I hate the summer for all of this