Morwamosu

Buried my head in appendages, I could sleep here all weekend
But sooner or later I'll go

Your eyes shine like the grocery lights way past midnight
I was leaving my third shift, 6 AM
Now I'm carsick

I remember nineteen and how I thought we were free
I remember the field behind the old grocery

Buried my head in appendages, I felt weak in your small hands
But this is where I feel like home