been digging for my heart
it always seems out of reach
but i’m reading the chart
i’m talking to trees
not too sure of the politics
can’t keep up with the fuss
got this coat from the lost
& found, i get looks on the bus
we all glide thru the city night
we’re all taking this trip
we’re all using the same hard drugs
but we’re trying to quit
gonna grow my hair long again
find a wavelength i trust
buy a new quilted cardigan
find someone’s mother
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