National Geographic

There's this particular permanence that hangs from your skin
You're looking like a great symbolic death

I'm feeling elated again
We should take a panoramic photo
And mail it to national geographic
And let's not let the summer go

I want to sightsee
I want a long drive
And I don't know why
Because I'm dead inside
And I need professional help for my mind
I'm not twenty-four anymore
I'm just the guy who everyone ignores
Go outdoors and explore
I want to live
I want to live
It's paramount underscore
I'm sorry to impede but please let me readdress this
I need a wake up call



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Driskill, Steven Jahn, Conner Hancock, Dan Lachance
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