Packed my desires in fancy luggage
Threw it in the hungry easy coast ocean
These things I’ve been caring about are trash.
Can not believe I lived wanting their attention
Felt incomplete unless I got my wants filled
I was high with an anvil in each hand
Oh the pressure weights of ignorance and sin
Pack my understanding give it a place to swim
Far away from my heart I’m done, I’m not taking anymore trips with dead-end accommodations.
Tag my bags, the same old rubbish
Name, middle-aged fool baby drool
Maturity, let’s have some tea and speak seriously
Open my eyes, cut off old ties, two tickets to wisdom square
Scrub until my heart is clean like momma washing clothes in the tub stubborn blue jeans
Drop former pursuits, rotten covered in death dying roots
Introduce oxygen, haven’t been alive in so long, hello wind.