Lyrics

Dry air helps my brain shut off In the winter or the autumn fall Spent the day on the bus I still call you angel The dog ran to the lakefront Can't afford a new one We both fell from pine trees and never woke up The obituaries and family letters say they died doing what they loved, climbing branches, and eating fences Guess I'm sorry, hope you'll miss me in the morning I feel the same way about those old movies as our apartment Theres a nеw type of beauty called gamе boy lights hidden under pillows You're still on business Selling souls and trail mix Feels like a series wrap on a made for tv movie Same shit we've heard before Its hard to believe you're gone i'm not I get you're emails weekly or something Life like lullabies skipping town at 25 cause everything's in motion and everyone is hoping We're blessed We're blessed