"I'm...a dusty box of videogame cartridges sitting in an empty apartment."
He/They
On a road a pellet in a pond
Imbecile to king
Not the one you think
I see nothing
I hope it can feel seen
Undo a row alone
Stamped to travel
Son you're not from 'round here
Mulch
Gravel crunching boots
A tunnel
Hunting for the future
Bleeding at your feet
On a road a pellet in a pond
Imbecile to king
Not the one you think
I see nothing
I hope it can feel seen
Undo a row alone
Stamped to travel
Son you're not from 'round here
Mulch
Gravel crunching boots
A tunnel
Hunting for the future
Bleeding at your feet