I Mother Earth

a worn out old suitcase
so what if its broken hopless
a little odd in a splash of autumn on drugs
holding all weight for me the weight of me and i
need it like a friend needs me for a friend
i can feel the time is right to
find the legs to deal with this
alone so ill turn around
to all and wave the california wave
sometimes lets forget
all about forced hands big heads and
little things no one showed a trust cause
no one had faith in me
and i see it like the sun sees me through the day
a lo-fi canilla secret spoken by a friend wholl miss me
if im leaving wholl want to find me