Lyrics: Penelope Scott
Music: Penelope Scott
Y'got four for thanksgiving, twenty-one for the lord
I haven't counted in a while it might be a few more
Then there's seven days for Spring and maybe one more in between
And then on top of all the everything assuming I survive
Another ninety-day Summer's gonna take my ****ing life
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault but I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I would rather die
I'll jump before I'll fall
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it to Montreal
I got five pretty skirts I've got sweaters in drawers
I've got a a nice big blanket and carpeted floors
I've got lovers on lovers, friends on friends
The ****ing fun just never ends
You like to talk about the future as if it's real
And when you tell me that you love me I can almost feel it
But the wires won't connect and your blood has been rejected
And it doesn't really matter if I make it through the night because
Another ****ing Summer's gonna take my ****ing life
And I'd just rather die
It's boredom over all
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
But I'll jump before I'll fall
And did you really think so
I mean no one ****ing thought I'd make it
To Montreal
It's not that it's a bad plan no the plan ****in' slapped
I was so excited you don't know how ****in' bad
I wanted all of it
The coffee job the weather the apartment
But I don't want anything anymore
I don't know I guess I just got bored
It doesn't matter where the trolly goes this time
Because soon enough the Summer's gonna take my ****ing life
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault but I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna get left behind
But it's better half than none
I hope to God you have some fun
Go get laid in Montreal
The world's so big and I'm too small
You guys are different you could have it all
I hope you make it to Montreal