Hilltop

To think I can just drive up to your old house
Anytime I want
Lose my breath in the elevation, revelation, dizzy
A self-fulfilling prophecy of me sitting in the orange dirt
Swimming in your pool
In my head

I wonder, in real life, if we'd have this deep connection

By the way, was that a trap
Desiring the hills, giving nothing back
A slow climb to the literal top
But when I'd get there I could never stop

Would it take me next
Some of the criteria is met
Oh how I love something so much when I don't know its truth yet

Those letters are magnetic, I tell you
That circular window is used in your first season for continuity
Do it again
I'm enamored by what used to be
It's all early 2000s now, you see



Credits
Writer(s): Dagne Gorham
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