Spook Houses - Old Folks | Текст песни

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i threw up
under that tree in high school
always looking for
something nice or alright
alone under
bedsheet covers.
driving around,
i'll think of old friends underground,
"remember yesterday, remember today."
think something nice or nothing alright,
driving silence
isn't silence.
i went through that hole where old folks don't go
and i wrote my name there.