geriatricly young gun

it's a little easier to say what i wanna when my tongue's loosened up.
but this charm juice is wearing off
i'm not just 'a little' lost
oh,
and this atomosphere around my neck
is keeping all of you in check
and the bankrolls comin in
but it's always wearing thin


i'm still awake
a baby boy's dreams aren't finished
when you pick the lock and let them out the back
morally wrong but generally oh-so-right
we'll have us a champagne jam tonight
the lids under her eyes paint a different picture
i imagined van gogh and got monet
fuck it i feel like i shine
deny deny deny
but i've got it all and all is mine
lost a fortune but she's enough gold
someone forty nined it first



lost in a landfill
woke up in michigan