Thermostat

And you were born in Roanoke

We tore paths in rooke wheat(?) and sand dune, clean reps

And in this spot, well here goes innocence 

And endless summers 

It's not meant for the first time

And there we started the sleepwalking snore

Work made your voice horse, t shirt tied

Gave us a spot on the couch

fingers that had loser callouses

And if you say I'm dissappointed

I was broke at your age and I'm alright now

We calmly crowded eerie shores

I'll pepper the girls in warning signs

If you say we don't know anything

It was here I was burned, shrinking lot,

Convening with the snow of on the rocks

So keep your hand on the dollar

And a dime for every pill