Austin, We Have A Problem!

If home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked

I can't remember, I can't remember

And I want it so bad I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins

I can't remember the good old days

And it is kinda funny the way we're wearing anchores on our shirts

When being anchored or bored just feels like a curse

My mind is a safe

And if I keep it then we all get rich

My body is an orphanage we take everyone in

Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage

Just to feel like you

Milligrams in my head

Burning tobacco in the wind chasing the direction

Chasing the direction you went

You're a bottled star

The planets align

You're just like Mars

You shine in the sky

You shine in the sky

Are all the good times get and gone?

They come and go and go they come and go

I got a lot of friends who are stars
But some are just black holes