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Legend Tripping coming Visit For tour dates! Preorder the record here: Bless Your Heart I remember being sixteen. Sneakin’ out at three to the local cemetery to write the world’s worst poetry. And my mom asked me if I was on weed. How could I tell her that I was feeling ennui? I don’t want self care, I just wanna scream. Present day, all my friends say: “If you wanna take all your anxiety away you gotta start microdosing MDMA” Uh, okay? There’s got to be an easier way. Bless your heart, we don’t know what we are. What stories to do you tell, when you don’t believe the ones about yourself? It isn’t as bad as it seems. A nightmare is also a dream. You’re not gonna find it in shithole bars. You’re not gonna find it in Zener cards. Not in the big city or the rural parts. Then again I never tried that hard. Bless your heart.
