Friend Song - Slaughter Beach, Dog

It’s nice to be home

It’s nice to indulge in new interests

Finish the gin

Plug in the circular saw and get down to business

I usually don’t care who says what

On the internet

I don’t usually regret

But I’m often afraid

And anxious that all this is endless

Living inside spaces where all disagreements

Are ever so briefly suspended

Sometimes I suspect in some ways

I would rather not wake up

After sleeping

But you make me feel loved

I still like to look at your pictures

Heaven is soft

Hell is a short walk

Indiana is twelve hours from home

I wish I could say that I know what you wanna hear

Then say it

Then say it again

Like a lullaby