Disposable photograph i took when I was 17 years old
Mailed it to jesus, sweet virginia, do you hear me?
No you don't, and you probably always won't
In higher country, higher daily, find myself quite out of place
I need something in between closure and grief
When I seek revelatory thoughts in bleak daydreams
Leave your acura stick shift, hometown grocery parking lot
Turn on the radio, spark the gas tank cause you hate pop
You have always talked about what you talk about now
Hallelujah, fire and brimstone, satanic verse and your burnt car
I need something in between closure and grief
When I seek revelatory thoughts in bleak daydreams
When you call now, i will surely fall to me knees
I am leaving now
You can live without me in the meantime
I'll wait, i'll wait so far from you
Right where you wanted me to