"Montreal" lyrics
You got four for Thanksgiving
Twenty one for the Lord
I haven't counted in a while
It might be a few more
And there's seven days for spring
And maybe one more in between
And then on top of all the everything
Assuming I survive
Another 90 day summer's gonna take
My fucking life
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault
But I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I would rather die
I'll jump before I'll fall
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it Montreal
I've five pretty skirts
I've got sweaters in drawers
I've got a nice big blanket
And carpeted floors
I've got lovers on lovers
Friends on friends
The fucking fun just never ends
You like to talk about the future
As if it's real
And when you tell me that you love me
I can almost feel it
But the wires don't connect
Your blood has been rejected
And it doesn't even matter
If I make it through the night
Because another fucking summer's gonna take
My fucking life
And I'd just rather die
It's boredom overall
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
But I'll jump before I'll fall
And did you really think so?
I mean no one fucking thought I'd make it to Montreal
It's not that it's a bad plan
No, the plan fucking slapped
I was so excited you don't know
How bad
I wanted all of it
The coffee shop, the weather, the apartment
But I don't want anything anymore
I don't know
I guess I just got bored
It doesn't matter where the trolley goes this time
Because soon enough the summer's gonna take
My fucking life
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault
But I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna get left behind
But it's better half than none
I hope to God you have some fun
Go get laid in Montreal
The world's so big and
I'm too small
You guys are different
You could have it all
I hope you make it to Montreal
Twenty one for the Lord
I haven't counted in a while
It might be a few more
And there's seven days for spring
And maybe one more in between
And then on top of all the everything
Assuming I survive
Another 90 day summer's gonna take
My fucking life
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault
But I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I would rather die
I'll jump before I'll fall
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it Montreal
I've five pretty skirts
I've got sweaters in drawers
I've got a nice big blanket
And carpeted floors
I've got lovers on lovers
Friends on friends
The fucking fun just never ends
You like to talk about the future
As if it's real
And when you tell me that you love me
I can almost feel it
But the wires don't connect
Your blood has been rejected
And it doesn't even matter
If I make it through the night
Because another fucking summer's gonna take
My fucking life
And I'd just rather die
It's boredom overall
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
But I'll jump before I'll fall
And did you really think so?
I mean no one fucking thought I'd make it to Montreal
It's not that it's a bad plan
No, the plan fucking slapped
I was so excited you don't know
How bad
I wanted all of it
The coffee shop, the weather, the apartment
But I don't want anything anymore
I don't know
I guess I just got bored
It doesn't matter where the trolley goes this time
Because soon enough the summer's gonna take
My fucking life
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault
But I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna get left behind
But it's better half than none
I hope to God you have some fun
Go get laid in Montreal
The world's so big and
I'm too small
You guys are different
You could have it all
I hope you make it to Montreal
Writer(s): Penelope Scott
