here’s a song i recorded in a bathroom when i was 17
the perfect town
mrs wilson carried the bible by her side and she read those words until the day she died where she smiled and let out a sigh, “i’m ready”. to be free, to let things go saying i know i know i know i know and i screamed, “please don’t leave your smiles done so much for me” she said “when you kids were young and played in the trees i sat from inside and saw through the leaves a lace in your hands, a kiss on the cheek as pure as can be.”
please hold back and please refrain from calling me those awful names what happened to the love you claimed was in your heart lets shut our eyes and pretend we’re whole with each other like we were before and our bodies pressed against the floor with lacing hands you said, “do you remember that town we used to talk and gush about how we’d find it when we left the house when we grew up.”
with no property lines, just please come inside and the cars were just decorations for the street and i know that it’s not right, to be up all night but if i found it i swear to god i wouldn’t leave but we’re no longer kids, no its not the same just know that these words are not filled with hate life’s like a kiss with no time to debate because it’s already happened
on my dying day, when my days are done i’ll lay on my back and reach for the sun with my dying breath i’ll continue to hum “la da da da da”