Montreal Songtext
von Penelope Scott

You got four for Thanksgiving, 21 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 to Montreal

I′ve got 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 won′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 over all
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 fuckin′ slapped
I was so excited, you don't know how bad
I wanted all of it, the coffee job, 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