Soak

Last July
You called out my bullshit And in the same month we decorated me in citrus beer, respect I couldn't help but choke to you and admit I exaggerated Won't 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 dreading the end of it? Something about how you swore Was elegant and self-assured And you take the legs from under me And you star in my еxtended daydreams If now's not a good timе Then bury me in last July Oh-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 Lake Lemon with 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 Letras de cancionesAnd I don't wanna be a souvenir And 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 This is 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 From Letras Mania