When you said you're skipping town I thought you might be joking around
Gave you a mix of washed up hits to try and pick myself off the ground
Watched volume two of Thundercats while thinking 'bout how you might react
Sent stupid selfies on the phone to try and make me feel less alone
I wanna smoke pot with Carl Sagan
And stare up at the stars
Come on, don't leave me hangin'
We've already come this far
Friends picked me up cruised around, I saw you in the lights and the sounds
Michael McDonald was so cute, but he could hit that falsetto too
Goddamn sometimes I can't believe, “what a fool” I've been for your schemes
These cookies pair well with boxed wine, but probably would be better with you
Lying on the grass the sun is sinking fast
Thoughts are swirling ‘round in a tie-dye haze of milk and doubt
I want to hit the bullseye, but I can't even find a dart
Love is such a joke, but I'll laugh until I'm in the ground
I wanna smoke pot with Carl Sagan
And stare up at the stars
Come on, don't leave me hangin'
We've already come this far
A disc to digest slowly, the sensations that it will offer you, although they are complex, will leave a mark on you listening after listening. Propuesta Cultural