Bobby Kid | Peach


Made my way through paths and piles

All I own in brown box aisles

Just two hours feels like twenty

Air as sweet as tupelo honey

My childhood bedroom took a hit of something strong when you left

Sleepy drunk, I’m far from brave

It’s too early

9 month friends and five year shoes

What don’t I have to lose?

Solipsism in my veins and out my mouth

Heavy breaths, pancake breakfast

And by the light of a moon

that my mother sees too

I’ll unpack these brown box aisles

And grow up with you


Bobby Kid : Peach

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