Bread for Brett The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die

Where do you come from?
Do the children break the windows of the houses
That no one lives in?
Do you have bad days?
Do you have bad days?

The trees, the leaves, the late nights
The cold, the dark, the night time
The streets that breathe in our names are shameless places

Fingernails all filled with soil and sorrow
We will break the fence or we will climb it
Tear down your billboards and all your street lights
(New apartment complexes rising)

We're standing up on stilts while the ground below is shaking
And we can see the skin from our sunburn flake away
And we'd never have bad days
They'd move like months
And we're keeping these years tucked away
These years tucked away

Like celebrated zip codes
Like a neighbor with a shortcut through their backyard
Holding onto something whether it be a postcard or a purpose