Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grace Crookham-Guy
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh, libra
You're flipping quarters again
Tight rope borders again
I rest and drive
By latitude 45
Oh, pisces
You're wishing on pennies again
The road has plenty, my friend
Bite marks
On a morgan dollar
Held by water
I recall the 45th parallel
In a sideways walk
I grew up there
I grew up there
My, ugh, I grew up
Guts, spiraling junk
A battery in a copper wire
Glitter mixed with dust
Mixed with dust
My, ugh, I grew up
Grimace and crossed eyes
After the 45th line
Written by: Grace Crookham-Guy
