I wrote this song in the summer of 2017. At the time, I was working crazy hours at a new brewery in St. Louis trying to save up money for...

i miss putting ink to parchment the scratching of a fine tipped pen i could dream or worry or write about you now i’ve forgotten how the...

Writing papers about Jesus In cigarette smoke Surrounded by oil and gasoline Tattooed baristas Septum piercings and succulents I feel...