Gold Urn Days

I just touched down at JFK
I'm crashing at my brothers for the night
Taxidermy snake and mongoose
Mummified by the bedside

She swears her daddy was a demon
And he came for her from a past life
Tell me we won't end up like our parents
Because we know what that feels like

Figuring out what we are
Isn't half as bad as being what we're not
Found your ring while cleaning my car
Under magazines on ancient artifacts

Those were the golden days
Those were the golden years
Parts of me
Parts of you too

Two untethered floating feet
Coming clean under the purple light
You come to me shackle free
Find me again in another time

Tangerine lines on my phone
Got me feeling so right
Add that to the scroll of
Things that I do to get by

Figuring out what we are
Isn't half as bad as being what we're not
Found your ring while cleaning my car
Under magazines on ancient artifacts

Those were the golden days
Those were the golden years
Parts of me
Parts of you too



Credits
Writer(s): Ramy Dahdal
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