Hang out, hang out, hang out in the living room for hours and hours and hours, we’ll talk and watch movies. I’m up most every night and asleep most every afternoon in dreamless death like sleep that never does me any good, until the summer wind breaths again, like the tundra wind stings my skin. I’ll be chilling in side, and chillin out, alive between the fridge and couch I’ll be swimming through the seasons through emotions toward indifference, I’ve got my eye on something but it’s nothing that I understand. What little sense of purpose I can gather I will gather, and I’ll blame this nasty weather, and I’ll wait for something better, and I’ll wait. And I’ll wait.
released February 27, 2015
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