Lyrics

You called out my bullshit And in the same month we decorated me in citrus be your Respect I couldn't help but choke to you and it meant I exaggerated Will not always be like this But the first six weeks made me feel, made me feel infinite I'm not a sentimentalist How can I be in the moment when I'm dread in the end of it? Something about how you swim Was elegant and self-assured And you take the legs from under me And you star in my extended day-dreams If now's not a good time Then bury me in last July Oh, oh, oh I laugh when everyone else does (I laugh when everyone else does) I've never felt so illiterate (never felt so illiterate) The scent of this foreign place They need to speak your language Staring at Lac Leman sorry eyes What if this is the last time I get sensationalized? And when I've been every stereotype I don't wanna become just another place that you went one time I don't wanna be a souvenir (I don't wanna be a souvenir) And I don't wanna be a Polaroid (I don't wanna be a Polaroid) I wanna buy your groceries I wanna tell you all my weird theories And you'll take the legs from under me And you'll curate all of my fever dreams It's just never a good time Just bury me in last July Let me know when you figure yourself out Let me know when you figure yourself out
Writer(s): Bridie Mae Siobhan Monds Watson, Thomas Gerard Mclaughlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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