… Familiar Place Songtext
von Lucy Dacus

I came through the backyard
You let the garden die
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
What did I do to deserve this?


The mountain was taller than I could′ve fathomed
I hardly believe it from here at the bottom
And I can't imagine why you′d want to be at the top
Oh my god, what will I do if you ever stop?

Without you I am surely the last of our kind
Without you I am surely the last of my kind