Hiking Boots from YAWN by Jacob Earl

With honours
Graduated with honours

My feet are so sore
I need new hiking boots
In the woods outdoors
I feel the aching in my foot

I feel the damp
In the morning light
Like a growing lamp
In my front room at night

Make my soul sore
I can't take it anymore

My feet are so tired
I need new hiking shoes
Something inspired
Something waterproof

I feel the cold
Like a gentle nip
When you are tired and old
And ready to slip

I bought a new pair
A hundred bucks
The price was fair
The fit like a glove

My feet are going, keep going
Stepping to the dirt
Nothing that they're owing
Keeping me alert

It's an apocalypse
On my legs
Aww, the feeling of
A long forgotten dregs

I dreamed
Of a better place
Where the paths
Were wide and spacious

Make my soul sore
I can't take it anymore

My soul
Is a brick of cheese
It's carved for
The comedian's sleaze

The miles I hiked
To get this high
The holes in my soul
Don't forget why

• Experimental
• depressionwave
• folktronica
• glitch hop
• sadcore
• singer-songwriter
• Mississippi Mills