Closed Highway from Cuneiform Nerves by The Seizing Coast

I picked the petal out of that rose bush
It stung as it began to rip into my hand
I'll never be back here again
You're all little figments of my memories

Research chemicals coursing through my blood
Babbling on and on about things we won't remember
Eyes bloodshot as I look at the peeling paint
There's a certain amount of pain I'm gonna have to live with

The pictures of you and me are gonna go away
There won't be any proof left of us
The places we went won't be there anymore
And the roads will all turn into fine fine dust

Lay in the grass think about you for a while
Fifth of whiskey and bag of mushrooms in my stomach
Look up at all the stars in the sky
Think about what it'd feel like to run into traffic

I struggle thinking about where I fit into
Which puzzle piece do I look most like?
Is there a spot in line left for me?
Or will I be stuck hanging out near the dumpsters

I can barely remember anything about you
You are just a little constellation
A speck of dust in the night sky
And I will become as bright as a Supernova

• Acoustic
• California
• coast
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• tape recorder
• California