Lost in Texas, especially Austin
All the way from Massachusetts, Boston
Searching for my dreams
On a macbook screen.
Cause I'm only sixteen
And I ain't got no green.
Microscopes looking for that lonestar.
Open your mouthes and tell 'em who you are.
Rats in cages,
Boys on stages.
Writing my rages
On these blank pages.
im never gonna get used to writing -11 at the end of my dates
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