Alienated

I needa my clear my mind, maybe a cruise down
A ghost town will help me find what I’m
Looking for although I’m not really sure
What I’m looking for I just know I really
Need to hear my thoughts
Maybe a drive down Centralia, Pennsylvania
Will cohere them more, first I’ll just visit my
Nellis Air Force bro’s cause
I was born in there man ever since I arrived at
The Homey Airport, they fucking turned me to a alien
Fuck it, back to my mission for seclusion
I be losing all my sanity this shit’s getting
Confusing, I just need to stop the moving
And just find a place to lie the night, scrap PA
I’m fine here gtting stoned in Rhyolite
Then wak the fuck up and just continue the escapade
This was supposed to be therapy
But that was yesterday, now I’m becoming
Like a hobbyist at this, visit every town until
I find a body in this bitch, like
Wait now I think I’m addicted, it’s October
And I’ve visited like 666 of them since
I started this fucking venture in the first place
I tried to find out who I was and I did in the worst way
I think I’m in love with isolation but visiting
Lonely places is the only way I can face it
I’m forever chasing the feeling of being
A normal being but seeing the way y’all
Being is uneasing my patience
That’s why I’m tryna find some beings
Like myself, but the only being closest
To me was Pat Welsh, maybe I should pack
It up, get the truck and go back to 51 and
Let them examine me and try help (try help, man)
I don’t know if they gon help tho
Man, I don’t know
I don’t know if they gon help tho
Man, I don’t know
I just think I need some help
Cause I’m drinking away my health and
I’m scared Ima be hurt I need it pronto