Song to be Played Quietly in a Moving Van

Just under two years since the day you made it back
From the lake on the west coast where you learned to act
Like a more foolish version of yourself
It’s time again to re-embrace this long series of hells

Pack up your stuff. Get on the road.
There’s an infinite void in front of you
and you must go.

And if you wanted to host me
Wake me up in the morning and put on some coffee
My friend’s got a couch,
and me, I’m the last thing that you need to figure out.