​straight to vhs

65 on 88, we'll get there soon
But not without some bruising

The trees will pass slowly while we grow old
The dirt beneath the asphalt begging for a glimpse at the sun
Sprouting through the cracks she tastes the warmth on her skin

I’ve dreamt of gas station bathroom stalls
Defaced with animalistic truths
Drunken scrawling of the eternal empty

Just a few more hours and you see the sun
(it burns just as bright as yesterday)
Will tomorrow be any different?

Is this the final mile
Can I let myself rest?
Forget what it means to feel peace
The battle between mind and body

Eventually we all become what lies underneath
Eventually we all wither
Eventually we become the bones and the teeth
Eventually we all become the ghosts in the sheets
Eventually we all disappear

Feel 65 at 28