wrote a painfully on-brand scorched-earth post on saturday at 2am about how i’m back in austin after nine years but it only took a couple months to remember why i left (thanks Dylan Downing for your words of encouragement) but then woke up and promptly deleted it 3 hours later. if you didn’t see it too late all gone but the salient points are 1) i’m not leaving again unless this place spits me out and 2) i have new music to share
the street’s on fire my skin beads sweat you plod on home i’m not done yet i’m mired in thoughts of where to go ediya laos nobody knows who could easily be my peers i have the music it’s been years i talk i know these months my hopes are just fodder for my fears so i watch and i listen and dream deep inside i could do this in my sleep by that thought alone i’m carried into wasted years
i’m drowning
the street’s on fire my skin beads sweat you plod on home i’m not done yet i talk i know these months my hopes are just fodder for my fears so i watch and i listen and dream deep inside i could do this in my sleep by that thought alone i’m carried into wasted years i’m drowned in star crossed love more drinks than i can count a traveler who wants to turn around who wishes for home but knows he’s still so many miles to go
11:17 