Impala from 28-11 by The Drew Thomson Foundation

In my Impala,
your signature leopard tights
feet on the dashboard
you ask me for a light
on our way into the city
that signature sunset glare
reeks of ambition
highlights your dyed red hair

I swear

My mind was made up
now I don’t know what to do
it was so easy then,
now I’ve got you to lose
it’s true

In your apartment
underground parking garage
I saw so many things
I wish I never saw
all the carbon
pushing out any spare fresh air
and you in the drivers side
just sitting there

oh, sea of change
you’re polluted I’m afraid
oh sea of change
you’re polluted and your strange

Make no mistake

My mind was made up
now I don’t know what to do
it was so easy then,
now I’ve got you to lose
it’s true

• Acoustic
• folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Hamilton