Trips to the coast
Feeling a little less of who and a little more of what you’d like.
In the silence of this suburb,
My skin is screaming.
Little hot mess
Sedated to the core,
Sluggish movement,
Staggered apathy.
Even difficulties going through the carpal tunnel of love.
Peyton, you were right about my sole purpose in life.
- This place is a prison.-
