Darling, you're too mid-Atlantic The bright red doors You're firmly planted in the archway of your make-believe world We're pretty far away from Philadelphia And that's fine 'cause I'm really starting to hate you And anyways I am looking to move I keep confusing love and nostalgia I don't ever want to leave California
Yes, I heard y'all got back together The empties at this headstone's a grim reminder On the avenue of the giants, the sun really cuts through Unless you force your way in, I don't think about you You always have your cake and eat it too Have your cake and eat it too
I aspire to live in the present But I look at bungalows and I calculate the rent You stay angry, you tread water 'Cause you are only grown in statureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
