I want an R.V
and to drink spring water from old jelly jars
Concreate is overrated,
feels nothing like moss
nothing like wind upon skin
So my eyes get sad,
and my days and nights long
cause my hair dont smell like wood smoke
just stupid cigarettes
and my smiles light up empty rooms
No river pebbles for my little toes
and the Milkyway don't exist here.
These folks know nothing of nebulas
Just of bickering and sadness
and don't understand a thing I say