There Are No More Almond Trees
I'll miss almonds
I'll miss olives
I'll miss wild tuna
I'll miss the words for different birds
The fog in Petaluma
California's burning
All the In-and-Outs and pluots
All my friends keep whispering
Good night I guess we blew it
All my friends keep whispering
Good night I guess we blew it
We tumble down the spillway
Hit this shindig feeling fucked
So we shoot the sheriff's billboard
Make a blood pact with our thumbs
Travis has a kid now
Jesse moved to Tennessee
You can't smell the fentanyl
Behind the T-Ball tee
Travis likes to stay up
Frying eggs and standing still
Jesse took his shirt off
In the desert near the well
And he stared into the well
And he yelled into the well
There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Friend?
We trickle through the kiddie pool
And pimple up our smiles
So we stencil FUCK near Thrifty's
Leave the ice cream in a pile
Hunter has a double chin
Charlene was in Iraq
Hunter stocks the vegetables
Then he stocks the beauty racks
Charlene sprays her screen door screen
With Raid most every night
Hunter drains his forty
Then begs everyone to fight
Everyone should fight
Everyone alive
There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Friend?
I'll miss Travis, I'll miss Jesse
I'll miss Hunter's double chin
I'll miss Charlene, she made the team
I am just a citizen
I won't miss the world, I'll miss
The way I walked around
I don't love the world, I love
The way it all went down
I won't miss the world, I'll miss
The way I walked around
I don't love the world, I love
The way it all went down
There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I
Feel
Like
Shit
I'll miss olives
I'll miss wild tuna
I'll miss the words for different birds
The fog in Petaluma
California's burning
All the In-and-Outs and pluots
All my friends keep whispering
Good night I guess we blew it
All my friends keep whispering
Good night I guess we blew it
We tumble down the spillway
Hit this shindig feeling fucked
So we shoot the sheriff's billboard
Make a blood pact with our thumbs
Travis has a kid now
Jesse moved to Tennessee
You can't smell the fentanyl
Behind the T-Ball tee
Travis likes to stay up
Frying eggs and standing still
Jesse took his shirt off
In the desert near the well
And he stared into the well
And he yelled into the well
There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Friend?
We trickle through the kiddie pool
And pimple up our smiles
So we stencil FUCK near Thrifty's
Leave the ice cream in a pile
Hunter has a double chin
Charlene was in Iraq
Hunter stocks the vegetables
Then he stocks the beauty racks
Charlene sprays her screen door screen
With Raid most every night
Hunter drains his forty
Then begs everyone to fight
Everyone should fight
Everyone alive
There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Forget it, forget it
Forget it again
Forget it, forget it
Are you still my
Friend?
I'll miss Travis, I'll miss Jesse
I'll miss Hunter's double chin
I'll miss Charlene, she made the team
I am just a citizen
I won't miss the world, I'll miss
The way I walked around
I don't love the world, I love
The way it all went down
I won't miss the world, I'll miss
The way I walked around
I don't love the world, I love
The way it all went down
There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I
Feel
Like
Shit
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Young
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