Nocturno from Storehouse by Catskill

"Forest for the trees"

Driving through the sooner state
Behind a “Kill faggots” license plate
I'm looking for a place to sleep
While my friends stop looking for me
I hear the band rustling
They open up they're cases
And begin tuning their instruments

Seventh state I've lived in
I hope in this is one I'm accepted
By the people I be friend
They said let's hang out after this
The modern baseball nights all left
Ill unpack when I settle down
But as for now I'm shopping around

I'll pack my records into a box
Ill go until the clouds to stop

When i meet my new friends
In the city known for its wind
I'll try to reinvent myself
And ditch all the things i like for something else
Do you think they like twin peaks
I never got around to seeing it
I'm not very familiar with Mr. lynch

I'll ride the train tracks
I'll never look back
Ill hitch to where it's in fog
I'll hide where the clouds are gone

Two Arlington’s to break down
Did I ever really leave this town?
I got cavities last time I was here
And every night they hurt like hell

I need pliers just to pull them out

I don't know where I've been
Another town with a set of faces
Gone through and disposed of
They'd all probably hate my guts

From the plains of Texas
I traded it for special ed classes
Current homes in the Midwest
The horizon is only broken
by the cell towers and brown houses

People from my old school only know me in segments,
I'll judge them for their appearances
“What happened to the loud loser?”
“Oh he got lost in California
I can’t imagine what he’d instill
Another dump in a landfill.”
So I'll be on the road
I'll pop my tires and go
Right through the front window
And get impaled on the bur oak

And then I'll bleed to death

Down the hall of egress
Watch the blue veil set in
Last in the badlands
Where the clouds finally end
Knees covered in tall grass
All good things must pass
I'll move to a new bend
Where the clouds finally end

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