Eastern Highways

And these eastern highways Are brittle like my bones December's got me feeling like I never left home And these eastern highways Are brittle like my bones December's got me feeling like I never left home Forget my name cause I'ma crawl away Storing shame inside my skinny frame Know you hate when you don't get your way And isn't that something? Barefoot on the train tracks Sunburn on my crooked back Little poems about my brittle bones Scream for help, then I hide alone And these eastern highways Are brittle like my bones December's got me feeling like I never left home And these eastern highways Are brittle like my bones December's got me feeling like I never left home Then the asphalt cracks It's windows froze and an all black jacket Grab that hatchet, say I won't do it Outside skin, inside red fluid Consume all the fumes Now your veins pump sewage Alone, no home, who the fuck needs a unit? Much less a crew dude, I'm a lewd dude See the sky looks blue to you, to me it only used to I see the water in your eyelids Let them fall into the garden The soil is fertile with the old days So grow the things that you could never say