I Went To The Store One Day - Father John Misty

We met in a parking lot

Buying coffee and cigarettes

Firewood and bad wine long since gone

I’m still drunk and hot, by the way

Breathing hard

Now, in just one year’s time

I’ve become jealous, rail-thin, prone to paranoia when I’m stoned

Cause isn’t true love «someone oughta put me in a home?»

Say, do you wanna get married and put an end to our endless regressive tendency

scorn?

Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy’s farm

For love to find us of all people

I never thought it be so simple

Let’s buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild until we don’t need the

signs that say, «Keep out»

I’ve got some money left and it’s cheaper in the South

I need someone I can trust to protect me from our seven daughters when my body

says, «Enough!»

Don’t let me die in a hospital, I’ll save the big one for the last time we make

love

Insert here a sentiment in years

All cause I went to the store one day

«Seen you around, what’s your name?»