last july - SOAK

You called out my bullshit

And in the same

I couldn’t help but choke too

And it meant I exaggerated

Won’t always be like this

But the first six weeks

Made me feel, made me feel

I’m not a

How can I be in the moment

When I’m dreading in the end of it?

Something about how you swim

Was elegant and self-assured

And you took the legs from under me

And you daydreams

If now’s not a good time

Then bury in last July

Oh-oh-oh-oh

I never felt so illiterate

The scent of this foreign place

They need to speak your language

Staring at sorry

the last time I get sensationalized

And when I’ve been every step, real type

I don’t wanna become just another place

That you went one time

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

It’s just never a good time

Just bury me in last July

Let me know when you figure it out

Let me know when you figure it out