hallucinogens

When the phosphenes are brighter than they should be

And the wood feels hard but I know it's cracked

When the door stops creaking, cause it ain't being used

When things that're broken feel intact

We were laying down laughing under the stars

Counting satellites they're some ones zip codes

I threw a bottle of vodka into the fire

And said darlin we're lyin' on a road

To feel the generations footsteps be part of their sound

They knocked down your house and built a burial ground