A Fairy Tale of New York

Road curves up through the second woods. Ran through them playing as a kid. When deer stood frozen still

Drink a cup to make me crap.

If you own a bird and it’s flown away you run out to tell the whole world. And they say to you to shut up, you’re disturbing the peace.

A button off my coat. That’s all you need in this town to show you’re going down. And for friends to look fast for other faces.

I feel like there’s nothing around me in the world. Highway on the curve of the earth