Black Metal

I never felt more at home than you lighting the
 Pipe for me because my hands were on the steering wheel
 A hundred thousand miles an hour
 At least across the Oregon border
 Black metal, full volume
 There is no way that I could hear you
 If there was anything to say
 Maybe I hate myself
 I hate the body I was born in
 Or I love you
 Now I am high on opiates
 Low on self-esteem, eating top ramen in the shower
 Standing all by myself next to you
 At the end of everything that matters to me anymore
 I cannot see you through the fogged up glass
 That I am looking through
 I cannot see you through the fogged up windshield
 I never felt more at home than our
 Impenetrable fortress of blankets on my kitchen floor
 But the innermost wall fell so
 We fall back to the last resort of heat
 That we kept in each others mouths
 I never felt more at home than
 Three hundred and eighty one miles away from home
 Orange County nightmares of stagnancy
 Orange County nightmares of stagnancy