You're in a state of suspension
Tectonic plates stacked in your sink
Your body's a country, burdensome to live in
The sticking ticking of time
Screw-top wine, and you turn 29 at midnight
Strip-steel fault lines fill your chest
And you call yourself the living death
But a daisy blooms through your concrete stairs
In Montreal
You scream like an air-raid siren
You burn like a pilot light, quiet and blue
Your lovers are tornado chasers, you're in the air spinning
Lime-green jeans, and you turn 19 this evening
You don't read books enough
You should take care of your mental health
So, you've had to try and get some help
You swear in a decade you'll be doing well
There are years you'll lose and find yourself
In Montreal
Years you've tried to find yourself in Montreal
Lose you (find yourself in)
Find yourself in (find yourself in)
Find yourself in (find yourself in)
Lose yourself (lose yourself) in Montreal (in Montreal)
