Bon Zs from Ferried Away by Stay Inside

I can’t muscle it out, but if they said it,
then I’m sure to god it’s true.
I swear, man,
House of Cards was
just playing in our backyard.

And I just wish that I’d said it before,
‘fore you were gone,
that “you look a bit like coffee,
and you taste a little like me.”

You’d probably hate it that this song is about you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t around you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t around.

I want to know what happened,
but I’m too afraid to ask.
I’m analyzing languages,
you’re lying on your back.

I wonder if you’d tell your family that heaven isn’t real.
I wonder if you’d tell me that I’m spinning my wheels.
Is this real?

I swear nothing about you is fading for me.
I swear nothing about you is fading for me.
I’m still driving to Florida, and you’re in the back seat.
I swear nothing about you is fading for me.

Maybe… maybe leaving early made ‘em wish I stayed.
Maybe I don’t care about the guests of the parade.
Maybe I look at you gone gone gone….
Next time I see y’all might be through my dead eyes.

Tell me I was selfish, yeah, I don’t mind.
No smiles.
No flowers.
No ashes, no concerns.

Black out my vision to a line of light.
I’m finding out
I’m saturated
with nothing else.

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