Your barcode identity

You’re property of society

Washed brain, sore feet

Wanting

Has become a need

Your indigo aura

You’re organized chaos

Still crying, paint’s drying

Wondering

If you can ever be free

Thought you moved on from the past

But you keep going back

You’ve been watering our plants

Daily, daily

Oh look how they’ve grown

Never going home

Why won’t you come back home?

Please, just call my 

Phone