Made my way through paths and piles All I own in brown box aisles Just two hours feels like twenty Air as sweet as tupelo honey My childhood bedroom took a hit of something strong When you left Sleepy drunk I'm far from brave It's too early Nine month friends and five year shoes What have I got to lose? Solipsism in my veins and out my mouth Heavy breaths, pancake breakfast And by the light of the moon That my mother sees too I'll unpack these brown box aisles And grow up with you