Gonna eat a lot of peaches.

I’ve got to get out of this goddamn city full of sinners.
Get me to the woods, Mom, so I can be amongst some winners.
I have to face my nature, and I need to do it there.
I don’t care if I die, Mom—in fact, that is preferred.
The me I think I am is fucking batshit damn absurd.
The Vision that I have of you is too absurdly blurred
By all these city lights and fights with people who can’t love.
Get me to the country, Mom, so I can reach above.