Freshman Year

Austin Norman

I spent my first few weeks of college
With stitches in my head
I fell off the back of a car
Filming movies with my friends
I think I was dressed like an idiot
Don't remember that day a lot
Except for my face in the mirror
Blood running down Reuel's arm

Only applied to two colleges
I was scared of looking dumb
Or my parents going broke
So I could major in the drums
So all my friends were far away
And I laid in bed forever
While my classmates all smoked outside
I guess talking about the weather

I was nowhere at all
Never really had a plan
Was just afraid of falling behind
And I guess I still am
Don't want to be a black cloud anymore
Pillaring the interstate
When my wheel hooks the shoulder
Because I came to too late

Quit the band, I got that job
No more crashing on the couch
Found a rough approximation
And tried ride it out
Should have spent my teen years high
Should have never ever moved
Fuck that Starbucks, Fuck the cops
Fuck that worthless landlord too

Humming "We are nowhere, and it's now"
We were camping out on the grass
I was scared of looking stupid
But now I'm too scared it'll pass
Let the battery die
Don't know who I would call
But still thumb it in my pocket
Like it's anything at all

Planner

Ryan Bowlen

Often plans

Form in the spaces we are
missing

Clawing to stuff in and sew up
our seems

We can end up stuck with worse
than what we lacked

I'm just dreaming bigger these
days

And if it all crashes down

The lack gets filled in