Classy Milani Songtext
von Park Jefferson

I′ll wake my eyes when it's time
It′s been a year and I'm getting tired of waiting up for you
I'll hold your hand when you come down
God knows this is the last sad song you′re getting out of me

Hold my head up so I can see right past your bullshit
And this tired conversation is going nowhere

I′ll amputate my arms so I'll never reach out to yours again
I felt the sun set lying in a cornfield with Devin


Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes
Letters sent stamped with goodbyes

When I wake up I see painted birds that represent something that′s become nothing
We've become nothing

What once helped me breathe is eating my lungs and choking me up
"People that we think we love, it′s them we cannot trust."

So, I'll move to Portland by myself. Buy some furniture and silverware, and eat dinner all alone
I′m sorry for complaining all the time
This'll be the last time that I write
Just like I said, I won't pick up the phone