my dewy slowcore princess
in these brown streets i'm searching for you
no i don't deserve this city
nor the life i was dreaming of
you're everywhere
but where am i?
you fill my head
but i'm out of sight
i keep crawling through this path
dazzling edges, wooden heart
the red-hot blacktop
of my desert
rusted tanks of inner void
missing pieces, lost old toys
i turn back
what a deep fog
and i'm such a squashed fly
on your steely skyline
hide-and-seek with my nerves
schizoid sparks before the blackout
where is my own america?
is there something cracking?
hey look, it's me…
tell it everybody

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