Interstate signs and highway lines are so much more than comfort, but no star filled skies or city lights can stop the feeling that I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I never thought I'd return to this place to be with thoughts of every failure. Because everything I've ever owned goes from trailer to stage for all the world to see, and these drives seem so much longer when I know I've got no place better to be. But I still can't shake the feeling that I'm still missing something. After all of the years I've spent chasing the high of the road, I still feel without a home. Four walls, on top of four wheels, leaving every yesterday hundreds of miles behind me. If home is where you lay your head then I'll never fucking sleep again, it's all the same if you ask me. Yesterday still too vivid to me, yesterday now means nothing to me. These days just don’t move onward when you can't make up your goddamned mind, and every second is eternity with the world, out a window, passing in front of me. I have seen the best and worst of humanity, and I owe it all to this sense of vagrancy. If I never find my place in this world, never am I forced to stay.
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from Culling,
released December 6, 2018
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