Lyrics Moonshine - Reece Fuller

Holdin the wreckage respecting anything I can
But the nets are apparent and oh god
I'm folding in the rotting of thoughts
I been jotting all my energies

The seventies were plentily, artistry but generally
Even when I'm elderly I'll sell my voice and shred the weed
Fidelity reality?
Piece of my cheek has been painted with the pain
Slumped off a blunt

As ray would say it's the way of the road
You smell like attraction, nicotine and pheromone
Yada yada the Miata talks a lotta
Half competent attempts to say what she aughta