[TheBang]

amnesia

young bucks cuss
throwin' shapes
outside the job center
mine's a sun
and a
bag o' stickers
your red face lips
suck another smoke stick
you press play
on young misery today
i got my cinnamon bun
my distance from you
is the skin i'm in
wrapped in caffeine and sweet stuff

I love this town
brutal
low grade buildings
architecture for the blind
beautiful dirt
and the numb zone
excites me

everything's simple
no cheap thrills
no frills
no flash distractions
low-fi
lover
you make me shake
you make me grateful to be alive again

many predators

amnesia