You called out my bullshit
And in the same ??? 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 ???
I'm not a sentimentalist
How can I be in the moment when I'm dreading the end of it?
Something about how you swim
Was elegant and self-assured
And you take the legs from under me
And you star in my extended daydrеams
If now's not a good time
Then bury me in last July
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I laugh whеn 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 ??? 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
And 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
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