Revelatory - Caracara

Disposable photograph i took when I was 17 years old

Mailed it to jesus, sweet virginia, do you hear me?

No you don’t, and you probably always won’t

In higher country, higher daily, find myself quite out of place

I need something in between closure and grief

When I seek revelatory thoughts in bleak daydreams

Leave your acura stick shift, hometown grocery parking lot

Turn on the radio, spark the gas tank cause you hate pop

You have always talked about what you talk about now

Hallelujah, fire and brimstone, satanic verse and your burnt car

I need something in between closure and grief

When I seek revelatory thoughts in bleak daydreams

When you call now, i will surely fall to me knees

I am leaving now

You can live without me in the meantime

I’ll wait, i’ll wait so far from you

Right where you wanted me to