Eh.. Listening to new music today, mate. In an Australian accent on a dirty beach. Waiting on still corners to meet Mr. Flash. Anywho, drugs are bad. How about you?
Under a freeway
waiting for a train
In my bedroom
laying on my bed
an abandoned house
by wayfaring tress
name tag elephants
the smallest mushrooms
my feet in the sand
sun shining down on me
bigger things up ahead
better drinks to be had
treasuring the memories
all the faces I've seen
someone was always there
walking with me
underneath a freeway
hanging out with my shadow
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