i wrote this while cracking eggs over five years ago, and we re-recorded it in half-time. half-time is where all the slickness lies.
lyrics
I woke up
The dream was never good but it was something that would hold my hand
I looked out
For too many months, for a river I could float on and could trust
Now I feel like I’m smiling like a fool
But free
We smoked butts
and camped in the corner of a catacomb cut for childhood
If you let them be
Now we fly
Like birds in an oil slick, tied to a corner of sky
The wind blows so high
Now I find myself smiling like a fool
But free
I don’t know
If I could possibly believe all the words that I’ve received that I’ve done good
When I’m not there
And I’ve got plans
I’ll have to build some legs to stand on, suck it up and beat my hands till I get there
And now I find myself smiling like a fool
But free
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