It's why with the hollows.

Is I lay me down to fall asleep

With my demons dying

And my pilot like weak

I curse the last six months

I've been hiding behind a mustache

Yeah

Into those last ten years

I've been hailing a paper moon

Fuck you

This goes into all my underdone

Under tongue long long fragments

And I was earth's growth

And some planted

And some pulled

I'm shining a flashlight in

A head box and spin

An empty oyster shell

And celebrate the hollows

This goes out to dirty dancing cursing back

Masking back slinging past

There's kids

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