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I woke up late again. I heard you moving around outside.
Hungover, hangin’ out, ‘til you can catch a ride.
Was it Sarah on the phone, asking where you went to hide last night?
Is it ever the last time?

You start spinning another stream of conscious lie,
and it’s so complicated I can’t keep track
of who’s left alive with their feet nailed down
to this unholy ground.
And you beg a promise:
“When I die, please don’t bury me in this town”

You said, “I’m leaving someday soon.”
I said, “I know, I’m leaving too.”
and “I can feel the distance already, now can we go get some food?
I’ll take you back to Jackson, and maybe catch a movie too”
And “just for a minute pretend that everything’s cool.”
Because this is the last night,
and it’ll probably be the last time

that you start spinning another stream of conscious lie.
It’s so complicated, I can’t keep track
of who’s left alive with their feet nailed down
to this unholy ground.
You beg a promise:
“When I die, please don’t bury me in this town”

So, I close my eyes, I try to listen sweetly.
I hear the snowplows nearby, salt crackling under my feet.
And I can hear you breathing like the wind
through the limbs of the old oak tree.
I’m gonna miss you.

You start spinning another stream of conscious lie.
It’s so complicated, I can’t keep track
of who’s left alive with their feet nailed down
to this unholy ground.
You beg a promise:
“When I die, please don’t bury me in this town”

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from Beg A Promise, released October 21, 2022

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