You can sell everything
And travel light
You can give away your memories
Of argue, fuck and fight
We all travel this road/we’re all travelers on this path?
Some buy backpacks
And stop to pick the daffodils,
Others hit the bottle
Or jack off and take pills
You have the darkroom
With the negatives
You don’t want anyone to know
The things you’ve seen and done
So you went and burned the photographs
You think old friends don’t call
You back
Cause they’re too busy makin’ money
Or sits on
Then you see the newsflash
He shot himself
And had been takin’ other people’s/folks’ cash
Each man bleeds the color blood he has
2008