we were promised jetpacks

damn. the energy in this is intense. it makes me feel things that I don’t want to feel. like, maybe there’s still some dark fog I left in the back of that drawer I’ve been cleaning out for decades I’m picturing a hallway. my hand forever reaching deeper and deeper it stretches there’s stuff everywhere not just pen caps and rubber bands or folded notes and scratched out poems there’s pictures on the wall there’s memories everywhere I can see them in the distance at first just colors then oozing colors like picture frames barfing dancing singing searching with my desperate digits combing spider man crawling slow and fuck man this album is amazing and fuck man where are you tyler? please come home