fallen astronaut
When the bricks feels like a tornado in my head—
When my doubt feels sacrificial for the king—
When the trophy seems wormy, and gummy—
When blue collar jobs get underpaid—
When it seems real for the plastic pawnshop—
I want to go...
When my doubt feels sacrificial for the king—
When the trophy seems wormy, and gummy—
When blue collar jobs get underpaid—
When it seems real for the plastic pawnshop—
I want to go...