Weird Florida

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Camp Trash - Rock, Indie Pop

Weird Florida

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[Verse 1] Does it matter If I tried my level best? Is there a pattern To all the things we said? It doesn't feel like anything It's fraying at the edge Sleeping off the hunger Let it play out in my head [Chorus] I know that she won't Be picking up the fucking phone When I call from my car Explaining why I'm not at home [Post-Chorus] It just got dumber All summer It just kept getting dumber [Verse 2] She had a thing about the corner store We had to go inside each time that we Walked passed all summеr long She did a lot of acid It didn't seem to help I couldn't concentratе on too much myself Didn't mean to stare Didn't want to talk I said, "I don't feel great" And then I nodded out [Chorus] I know that she won't Be picking up the fucking phone When I call from my car Explaining why I'm not at home [Post-Chorus] It just got dumber All summer It just kept getting dumber [Outro] You can tell 'em whatever you want to It doesn't matter It can't be that important I'll call you when I reach the Georgia border But I'm never going back to fucking Florida I'm never going back to fucking Florida

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  • Camp Trash