Puore Again from Beach Fog by Earplug

You woke me up, you made me pure again
you put your hand inside my chest
My heart of copper had lost it's glint
I put my heart of copper to rest

And I've been drivin with my hazards on
And parkin halfway on the curve
And leaving all of the doors unlocked
Waitin for someone to have the nerve

And I've been throwin rocks down the wishing well
Just wishin for a dime or two
And I don't mean to say I've been doin too swell
But I've been doin better than you

And I've been kickin dirt in the parking lot
Right in front of the Church Of God
Pickin up cigarettes out of ash trays
Propping myself up against the walls of grey haze

(I opened up a brand new corn maze
I charged fifteen bucks for entrance
I sat on a black scaffolding high above it all
And watched my subjects search for resemblance

• Experimental
• experimental folk
• freak folk
• lofi
• singer songwriter
• Baltimore