Escape

Pack up your Escape
you need to be free
returning cross country
don’t you relapse on me
don’t you collapse on me

You said it
you’re sorry it had to be me
you were looking for something casual
but then we met at the brewery
It’s right in front of you
but you can’t see

I came out here to be invisible
to be covered by the black market
to recover in the dark lit
corners of the country
where trimmigrants make their money
get stoned on milk and honey
lost service in the forest
gave up on the chorus
but my blinds are porous
and you came shining through
but now I’m leaving without you

So kick up all your dust
I won’t see you in the clouds
Maybe it’s time I took my server down
So go post everything
Find out what you need
Afterlife’s currency
Are all your memories

Even in the Grand Canyon
You find a shell from the sea
you’ve been collecting fossils
and you took a piece of me