I've been having existential crises on the highway daily. Someone tell me how to get the tires straight. Well it came down to this again. There used to be a sense of permanence to the corner I was in. But the pressure changed so suddenly, and the skyline watched indifferently. Looks like I'm in for one hell of a week. I've lost and found home more times than I can count. Scraping everything I own into cardboard homes. The holes in the drywall patched with dreams and memories left inside these halls. I'm left thinking of sidewalks freezing, forcing cracks into this tired college scene, still all I can see is the back porch covered in cigarettes. Fading paint showing the time that's passed. Can't take it back, it'll never last. Just hedge your bets, hope for the best.