81

When I left my drivers side door melting out on 81 I widened the cracks in my skull bleached my brain I let in the sun Now the dirt turns to ice through my souls Apprehension filling my shoes Watch the sky like the air has a hold on everything I say or do So aware of the fall Should I care? Would it hurt at all? Bottled up bottomed out bottoms up take me back to ignorant joy I let up like I'm out of luck and wonder why I'm getting annoyed So aware of the fall Should I care? Would it hurt at all? So aware of the fall Should I care? Would it hurt at all?