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Call it in

from Burn Boxes by Onboard Balloon

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How long has it been
Since you did something selfless
Help the helpless
Do as much as you can
before you’re dead
That’s where all of this ends
fill the coffin with coffee
Take off my sox
and roll up my pant legs
just above the knee
Before I put both feet
in that fuckin grave
Watch the microscopic organisms
Swim in and out
of my skin it’s different
Sort of exciting
in a way I guess
We all have our own variety
of entertainment
Just do what’s expected
and shut your fucking mouth
If you aren’t doing
what you love right now
Then you’re already dead
You just don’t smell like it yet
Take some time to tour your mind
Find some things
you’ve been forced to forget
We all stand alone
All of our friendships
and relationships
Have fuckin boundaries
that you could shatter in an instant
Most of you have
How did it feel?
Did it feel good?
Did it feel human?
Did it feel like you’ve used ‘em?
Did it feel like you
were immune to the bruises?
He’s outta the blue
and into the red
Different than pictures
it’s written instead
Rips in his bed
drippin’ the meds
Sick of the infliction
Missing his head
He ain’t seen it in years
The reason for fear
Was fuckin decent
Cuz he’s in there bleeding
he’s fucking scared
Fleeing the beating
meeting the stare
Hollow and empty
Just follow the bottles
and swallow the centipede
don’t worry bout the yellow
fuzzy dots that u see
the state of his wrist
and his wings to be seen
shatter the window
jump into the wind
im just another white kid
whisperin shit
riding the waves
and waiting for the trees to change
swim to the sunset
on that strange shit
follow my storm
im fuckin chasing dragons
down the streets of this state
watch the stars
feels like im feelin
outer space and its pull
not in search of someone
but someone in search of
put it on shirt
and sell it to the merch heads
runnin shit
mother fuckers cant knock it
some pirate in the pocket shit
call the fuckin pilot
spend the night in the mountains
shed some light on what life
is really about then
impossible
keeping on the throttle full
audible nonsense
odder than a 3 legged
ox with an otter friend
call it in
it’s the madow of the artist then
hard as livin in
the fucking garden that ur starving in
start again
shit is dark
so u can carve it in ur arm again
its no longer an alarm
this is how it fucking started kids

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from Burn Boxes, released May 19, 2015

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Onboard Balloon Colorado

From the Western Slope of Colorado-
Alcoholdrinker-Poemwriter-Farmer-Turntabler- I create and record a bunch of fucking music at my house. Been at this shit since '04.
FOR ALL BOOKING CONTACT onboardballoon@yahoo.com
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