I have developed a taste for simple things
Bitter pills and desert rock
Lost photographs and abandoned mines

I count my steps
I search for meaning in the descent
I wear my bruises like stars
The sand in my shoe is a comfort
I sleep with a rock for my pillow
And burn candles to false gods
I black out to fight back against daybreak

Let’s dig through this trash for bits of gold
Lost pages from some drunk’s diary
Worn-out earrings and broken watches
We’ll overturn every rock
And watch the worms rebuilding the earth

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