The Golden State

John Doe A Year in the Wilderness The Golden State You are the hole in my head I am the pain in your neck You are the lump in my throat I am the aching in your heart We are tangled We are stolen We are living where things are hidden You are something

Like a knife come to slit my ties to the past To all the things which bind me to the grave, you came You came in the morning after a long night You came in the morning after a dark night I stared into the knife. to see if it would hurt me Threaten my

Gravity and entropy They have it out inside of me Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy. O. What should I be in this world so self-destructing O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing Eighty-eight w

No no no, I know You owe me nothing No no no, I know I'm not your job No no no. I know we should just walk away We both know we know it's hard Autumn comes to a seaside town A little later than the rest The leaves hold on a little longer Than they wo

These are the growing pains Baby born; body must change These are the growing pains Skin and bone learn to replicate Is to divide, destroy themselves Towards a whole and greater health These are the growing pains Love is born; life must change These

Once I was enslaved to a human being What to do today now that I'm free Merry me, merry me, merry me Is this how it feels to realize one's dreams Once I was enslaved to a human being My mother, my lover. Next who will it be Marry me, marry me, marry