The Heckoning from Wonder by Flower Crown Me A Queen

These itchy feet encased in boots keep fuckin with my head
All I want to do is leave, leave all of it behind
But a pack rat doesn’t do when your world is on your back
And manifests of sentiment won’t do well to stay so static

I’ve got posters in a box to hang on walls that I don’t have
I’ve got books I haven’t read takin space in not my living room
A fucker of a desktop, shared creations shared emotions
It’s a whirlwind of it’s temporary but so is everything else

Dip my feet in streams of consciousness
Make fungi out of friends
Take a look around you, man
Nothing ever tends to end
It’s a battle for the valid
Where the customer is wrong
But only cause the dollar doesn’t stop where it belongs

Take the rest with you
Oh take it all away
Take some time to walk around
And witness the decay
There’s answers in the questions
If you’d listen where you look
Fuck a place to sleep
I need to make a motherfucking scrapbook

I wonder if my mother knows when I’m gonna die
I wonder if she’ll bury me or if I’m the one that cries
Take a look around you, man
Nothing tends to end
It’s a whirlwind of its temporary but so is everything else

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