Star Tropics

It's the broke down beat up cars we used to drive The smell of a stranger's cigarette brings memory to life Four leaf clover and rose tattoos High school kids on old brick stoops Raspberry gin and fresh cut lime And marlboro reds and dry white wine And birthday gifts from the dollar store And having enough but wanting more Sittin' way too close on the bus ride home And the ghosts I know from our late night smokes All the skyline views from our last nights out Before our fates untied themselves And I snap back to when I think of you Till' I loose my star crossed sails and dream again A corrections officer can't get a correction A piece of Lisa my brother's genes upset and Homebodies but at home there's nobody Especially me But I can atone if y'all let me Memory in voice memos this memo for free 22 by 23 I be lost in the weeds 22 I'm so fuckin' lost you wouldn't believe Another set of lights passin' by on I-93 Brake lights Carnivorous eyes lookin' Work on the same line but never the same cookin' Woke up the same guy but waves work mysterious ways The pay perkin' but somethin' just ain't workin' Blind lights passin' me by the fake circus Limelight burnin' away my baked circuits Mr. MacKay workin' Everyday it's all love This ain't a sequel or spinoff to feel purpose