Calumet, how far can you get on just one tank of gas?njust enough to get you out of town?nit might be for the best, but i ain't sure at allnwhen a road map looks like veins across your armnthat travel distance away from the heartnjust to find the air is thin out by the brainnyou stayed up all night smoking cigarettes till dawnnand wondered if you're coming back againnncast again, into the ocean with the salt and all the fishnbuilding ships inside your head without a mastnall of the birthmarks we connected on your backnwe're finding fishhooks that were buried in your legnthey cause infection that travels to your heartnleaving bubbles in your blood and in your brainnit's getting dark now, but i ain't scared of deathnbecause there's something in the afterlife my friend