last july

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

But now it's been 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