a forest combed in city blocks, i wanna walk to you

past posted tresspassing

to where the ground meets the moon
the police won't shut me down

no...ive been locked up once before,

nothins keepin me from you my love,

you’re my favorite crackwhore

cause lately i’ve been missin you

like Zéphuros misses the east

i hope you know i’d die for youi wouldnt even die for this fuckin country.

so glad you dont do anythin you can to make money

someday i’ll buy a fancy ring and those shoes you thought were pretty

the seagulls pick over what i lost but up aheads the bay and the docks

they croon

i’d miss my friends i thought.

i hope i see you soon.