lyrics:
you called me up in august
said, "meet me at the chapel pines"
just to feel american
"bury me in orbit"
"marry me on 565" yeah, that was just adrenaline
you're probably right, if we're being honest
isn't it ironic
how I'm kind of falling out of time?
it's messing with my serotonin
so call me back in august
on the 11th I'll be 29
i appreciate the sentiment
but, honestly I
if we're being honest
should've said my own goodbye
and, honestly I
if we're being modest
i could've let my feelings slide
yeah, you're probably right, if we're being honest
i feel shallow
if I could, i’d make it all come back and I would stay a while longer
if I could, someday I'd like to say, "i’m letting go"
i feel shallow
if I could, someday i’d like to say, “i’m letting go”
