Fast Food Mission

When I was five, I built a plane
And hoped that every fucking day
It would come home And tell me, so
So many motherfucking things
A fucking something that'll let me
Put the words to, this feeling
I'll try and smile, don't look away
I'll manifest, everything that's interesting
I don't know what signals I gave

And I hang onto fucked up ceilings
Everybody colors black and blue I am looking for good reasons
Halted by my familiar attributes
Self-destruction's all I'm craving
I wanna die by 25, or is that too late?
Self-destruction's what I live for
Why else would you wake up in the morning?

On a Wednesday, at 6am
We can drive to Milton, for a Taco Bell breakfast
And watch the sunrise beside the farmland property
At the end of the long, black strip of road Laid a destiny, enchanted by Austin



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Scanga
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