Tell Everyone We're Dead

The Promise Ring

Caught without people or drink I don't know what else to think
But I'm going to grow wings and sing,
"Amen, I'm checking out."
So withdrawing within the drawing room, drawing you.
And remember my memory was a mess when we'd undress near the dresser together
And you'd take me apart.
But then I'd say,
"Storms are born really far away somewhere west of LA"
Where birds have kids like crazy,
Seagulls and turtledoves.
And remember we'd tell everyone to tell everyone we're dead.
And right now sugar and water will put me down.
That's all right.
I know.