Testo Last July

You called out my bullshit
And in the same month we 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 infinite
I'm not a sentimentalist
How can I be in the moment when I'm dreading the end of it?
Something about how you swore
Was elegant and self-assured

And you take the legs from under me
And you star in my еxtended daydreams
If now's not a good timе
Then bury me in last July
Oh-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 Lake Lemon with 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