i drive

i drive and i like berries, and i like dilapidated America~

i like having kids too, i showed this to Jake and he said, kinda cheesy fake effects from you cellphone

i wish within my soul that places like this still opened when the berries burst into deep rich color and juicy excitement, i wish country roads still moved slow, that people would park and have a picnic, now i have to go to fucking grocery stores to eat crappy cold berries with air conditioning~

god damn hopes and stupid dusty dreams

all i wanted was a huckleberry~

all i got was a telephone that tells me the time in new york while i play chess and skype my wife