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"Van, Forever"

I've got a journal. I put down everything we did
You've given me plenty to write
Drunk in Wisconsin, shooting rockets off in the woods
The ways we'd make it through the night

We climbed a silo back home, it felt so infinite.
Kicked out, your stepmom lent a ride
And on the ride home, I thought of everyone we knew
who gave up well before their time

When I'm home, I get sick of the trite, uninspired, recycled bullshit
And boring conversations about "the back when"
It makes no sense to me to be dead eyed at 23
Making cash, waiting for life to happen

Heaven's a basement show in Pennsylvania
Hell's back home giving up with you
I'd rather be stuck in a van forever
Than, never see anything through

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