Schwag | How We End Up

Stopped at a light sitting in my Journey
The red of my hood turned to green

cool morning Indiana field

With my star garden and sound bucks
conditioned air feels like luck

And I’m suddenly locked eyes
Desparate Luring
Bloodily cocked eyes

I was once homeless too Mr Deep
But the world called me rockstar
We never find a safe place to sleep
When the house you’re in is so far

Til we all just disappear

The honk of a horn awakes me
The light turning, colors of line 2
In a blink you’re unborn it escapes thee
Foot on gas its all in rearview

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