E.S.S. - It's Only Getting Warmer

When have you
Grown tattoos
It had to be seconds ago
I swear we weren't this old
And you've got plenty
Your father had to be screaming
You had to slow me down
And say he's not around
It's only getting warmer
Every July
You should've been there on the fourth
They were blowing up an orange sky
Why would I lie
Why would I be so kind
New York is a dream
If only rent was free
Paying sixteen hundred
For a walk-in closet
For supply of black mold
And coffee shops down the road
Singing
Singing
I was in the backseat
Now I'm drowning in receipts
I got into the club
Now how the fuck do I find myself out
Then it repeats
Traffic in time
And your head is against mine
Why did you let me drive
Singing
Singing
Singing

Written by:
Elijah Springs

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