Caracara
Revelatory
Disposable photograph i took when I was 17 years old Mailed it to jesus, sweet virginia, do you hear me? No you don't, and you probably always won't In higher country, higher daily, find myself quite out of place I need something in between closure and grief When I seek revelatory thoughts in bleak daydreams Leave your acura stick shift, hometown grocery parking lot Turn on the radio, spark the gas tank cause you hate pop You have always talked about what you talk about now Hallelujah, fire and brimstone, satanic verse and your burnt car I need something in between closure and grief When I seek revelatory thoughts in bleak daydreams When you call now, i will surely fall to me knees I am leaving now You can live without me in the meantime I'll wait, i'll wait so far from you Right where you wanted me to
From Letras Mania