Tokyo - Julien Baker

Circling Tokyo

Waiting to land

Holding pattern thirty stories high

Don’t wanna stay here

But I’ll crash anyway

Never learned how to come down without burning up on the runway

Don’t look

God, it’s a mess

A seven-car pileup of every disastrous thing that I’ve been

Crane your neck

The aftermath

The imprint of my body left

Like a hotel patron in your bed

A postcard, no return address

It’s nothing like you said you wanted

Nothing like you’ll get and

You want love

This is as close as you’re gonna get

Not enough

Just as much as you think you can live with

Hunt 'til it’s all gone, baby

It’s all gone, baby