Eastern Highways - Intellectual

[Chorus]

And these eastern highways

Are brittle like my bones

December's got me feeling like

I never left home

And these eastern highways

Are brittle like my bones

December's got me feeling like

I never left home

Forget my name cause I'ma crawl away

Storing shame inside my skinny frame

Know you hate when you don't get your way

And isn't that something?

Barefoot on the train tracks

Sunburn on my crooked back

Little poems about my brittle bones

Scream for help, then I hide alone

And these eastern highways

Are brittle like my bones

December's got me feeling like

I never left home

And these eastern highways

Are brittle like my bones

December's got me feeling like

I never left home

Then the asphalt cracks

It's windows froze and an all black jacket

Grab that hatchet, say I won't do it

Outside skin, inside red fluid

Consume all the fumes

Now your veins pump sewage

Alone, no home, who the fuck needs a unit?

Much less a crew dude, I'm a lewd dude

See the sky looks blue to you, to me it only used to

I see the water in your eyelids

Let them fall into the garden

The soil is fertile with the old days

So grow the things that you could never say