I carry myself everywhere I go
veins pumping through every street and highway
from St. Louis to the Bay
roundabout Bellevegas again
wearied by who I’ve been
one bus ticket worth a Floridian contusion
growing up is one hell of a drug
but getting old is the greatest come down
beam me up, i’m ready to get clean now
lift the world from my shoulders
and cleanse me on Boulder
all wrapped up in a little pink box, where the gardenias grow
I take my homes everywhere I go
this time
doesn’t have to be the same as the last
I could paint over the decaying colors of my past
rolled one for Cassie, and two for the road
I’ve outgrown the overgrown
I know it’s time to go
