Her language was a perfect phrase / her playful prose followed me for days / down the alleyways of my desires / to their final resting place / in a vacation town where I lived year round / she migrated here with the summer crowds / and we fell in love under impossible smiles / life was perfect if just for a little while / oh, hello exile / and a thousand years may come and go / we may never meet another soul / here on our own island of elba in the poconos / oh, hello exile / and we bathed in the sun / cut our jeans into shorts / outstared every star in the sky / under the cover of nowhere the present was a present / it looked beautiful on you every night / but we knew it would end yeah we knew it all along / it was a future never reconciled / it’s as if letting your shackled heart feel loved was more difficult than total denial / oh, hello exile / and a thousand years may come and go / I may never meet another soul / here on my own island of elba in the poconos / oh, hello exile / now I imagined her memory would fade in the void / she’d only reappear every now and again / i’d smile at the thought of us / go back to my day / but that was purely wishful thinking / oh, hello exile.
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
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