pharmacy

Some sort of benjamin button i guess

I felt so grown at fifteen

Hungover trying not to slip on the ice

While i walked with moms card to the grocery

My old friends picked scabs from my arms

The lesions were the pharmacy

Open twenty four hours

Always feeling like some sort of home to me

Now i know how to drive and i drive in the dark

And i'm slightly night blind but i'm trying so hard

Not to go against traffic or forget the feet that i walked with

I know the street names and i'm getting the hang