There were convenience stores and serial killers,
fireworks shops open twenty-four hours,
dogs dyin' or gettin dug up in the town where we grew up.
Tall grass and past lives,
a kid you were somewhere inside,
there's lemonade and third grade,
got clean lungs and summer days.
Black holes and I'm holding your hand.
Chain smokin in a dyin' car.
Lotteries, it's a loose change life for you.
Snakeskins in Backyards.
Tall grass and present lives,
a sunset for your wounded eyes that you shut tight,
until you realized under a black sky you're a disguise.
There were glass eating girls and sword swallowing mystics,
have naked men who danced for powder or slashed wrists
and all we can hope for is total forgiveness in the cities that we ran to.

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