August

Could this be a bad time to tell you I'm leaving? Did I make summer come early for no fuckin' reason? Could this be a bad time to go through the motions? Is it like heavy rain or just a drop in the ocean? As soon as I hit Los Angeles, it was 43 Dad, I hope that you're listening Unpacked my shit and cried a bit I controlled what I could, but this is it We'll be lucky if we make it to August Or maybe to the start of Fall if we force it Could this be a bad time to tell you I'm leaving? Did I do something I can't change based on a feeling? Could this be a bad time to be moving the target? In a way, honey, we ended before we got started As soon as I hit Los Angeles, it was 43 Dad, I hope that you're listening Unpacked my shit and cried a bit I controlled what I could, but this is it We'll be lucky if we make it to August Or maybe to the start of Fall if we force it Honey, get out of the car, your plane's boarding I'll break it to you when you land, and I'm sorry And I'll always remember July to whatever The borders and passes, the desert red centre It's all we had, and that's not much It's all we had, and that's not much As soon as I hit Los Angeles, it was 43 Dad, I hope that you're listening Unpacked my shit and cried a bit I controlled what I could, but this is it We'll be lucky if we make it to August Or maybe to the start of Fall if we force it (As soon as I could let go) honey, get out of the car, your plane's boarding (I hung on, if that makes sense) (As soon as I could let go) I'll break it to you when you land, and I'm sorry (I hung on, if that makes sense)