SOAK — last july

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You called out my bullshit
And in the same month we decorated me in citrus be your
Respect
I couldn’t help but choke to you and it meant I exaggerated
Will not always be like this
But the first six weeks made me feel, made me feel infinite
I’m not a sentimentalist
How can I be in the moment when I’m dread in 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 day-dreams
If now’s not a good time
Then bury me in last July

Oh, oh, oh

I laugh when 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 Lac Leman 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

I don’t wanna be a souvenir (I don’t wanna be a souvenir)
And I don’t wanna be a Polaroid (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 yourself out

Let me know when you figure yourself out