coming down to take this place,
these fucking assholes gonna make her wait,
my mothers broke.
overworked, got a curve of the spine,
four years of my brothers and sisters lives,
what a waste.
we were always moving house,
we were always moving out,
passing through and leaving dust.
always moving from place to place,
to settle down would feel like a strange pace,
i am done.
leaving town comes naturally,
this all feels so familiar,
familiar to me.
we were always moving house,
we were always moving out,
passing through and leaving dust.
you told me that we should move on,
two steps forward for two steps back.
we were always moving house,
we were always moving out,
passing through and leaving dust.
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