Papi's Song

(One two one two three four)

I flush summer down the drain
I rush to the next season
I want to feel you
Leave for a reason

All I want is to feel final
To scrape this year from Underneath my nails
Grief exits my body
It feels nice to fail

Oh maybe I can still keep my giddy
After all it was a gift
The rain stopped pouring when I let go
And I thanked the moon for the blessed shift

My dog couldn't walk up the stairs
(Come on pop
You can do this boy
Papi come
Come on)
Unless three people cheered him on
(You can do it come on
Mr. Baby come up the stairs)
We talked to each other through him
And now he is gone

Oh maybe we can learn to speak kindly
Without his tummy turned towards the sun
Misery has left me like everybody
I looked back there was nothing to outrun

Oh maybe kindness is not a virtue
But rather just a place to rest your head
The summer of keeping everything I could alive
The summer we talked shit and laid in bed

Maybe kindness is not a virtue
(All I want is to feel final)
But rather just a place to rest your head
(There was nothing to outrun)
The summer of keeping everything I could alive
The summer we talked shit and laid in bed

The summer we talked shit and laid in bed
The summer we talked shit and laid in bed