Stone Fruit Steve Austin

There's a postcard with a family full of characters
Posing with smiles that never break
Can you smell the sunscreen and plastic?
Does it matter if it's real or fake?

Here's a snapshot of ass masked in fishnets
Flashing an apartment in the dark
Can you see the beard past the latex?
Does it matter if it's smut or art?

Mom threw out your memories
Mom throughout your memories

There's a license plate of some uncertain vanity
That probably looked this old when it was new
Characters arranged with intention
Is any one interpretation true?

There's a stone fruit at the center of a memory
In a kitchen with a man we didn't like
I learn to drive on a midnight highway
I learn which stories are impolite

Pits thrown out the window
Spit pits out the window

I am rich in character-building relationships
Magnets for the fridge

I am rich in souvenir spoons and make up kits
Kept to not forget

Sell everything you can
Trash everything you can't

Sell everything you can
Trash everything you can't