Nobody Goes to Boseman, MT to Be Alive

Mind gone, sputtered out
Constant with unease
Wander like a tourist
Plant a forest, cut down trees
Open up on clear skies
Down to highways hit the ground
I'll be gone when morning comes
You'll never find me now

Broken radio
Go ahead! Turn up the noise
My ears are numb from silence
I'll make symphonies with my ploys
Far beyond the bright lights
Far from any nameless town
I set the plan in motion and
You'll never find me now

Packages, postage stamps, chemical reactions that
Make it clear, all shall be boarded up redacted and
Severed off, when it starts, I hope it's a reminder that
No police, authorities, will ever find me now
Never find me now
Never find me now

When the smoke clears
And the ground is dried and grey
No one will notice the missing pieces
I've taken and put away



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Writer(s): Papa Squat, The Magic Treehouse
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