Camping In Alaska - Welcome Home Son

Diy Karma Kit

Never clear
Or level-headed
Everclear
Throat of leather

Bark with more conviction dear
Maybe you'll feel better
You'll find no kind thoughts here
Just resin and crumpled letters

I really feel like this is the last year I can handle
I'm tired and I don't know where I'm going
I really feel like this is the last day I can handle
I'm really tired I don't feel like I'm moving

Shovel fistfuls of your pride
Down my neck and chest
And when there's no room left
I'll lay this bloated corpse to rest
Hunched over my DIY karma kit
I'm crowned the king of shit
Knee deep in my own arrogance
Yeah I'm drowning in it

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Writer(s): Austin Davis
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