Mother of Style

Sydney likes to come around when I'm bankrupt on sleep

I'm usually too hungover to eat anything

But it's her last night in town 'til Jesus only knows

She's got a list of memories to capture and expose

And she wants everyone there

Will you haunt me like a ghost when you're gone?

Will you send us Polaroids of the farm?

I know your heart is reaching out with an arm for you there

Yeah

It's fucking weird at the house parties now

We kinda envy your tenants of chickens and cows

And all the creatures you spoke of

There's more construction going on than Abu Dhabi

We built the art and community and it bothers me

The lottery for our beloved mother of style

We're the only ones that know that she was always worthwhile

Will you haunt me like a ghost when you're gone?

Will you send us Polaroids of the farm?

I know your heart is reaching out with an arm for you there

It feels like too long

It feels like too long

Will you haunt me like a ghost when you're gone?

Will you send us Polaroids of the farm?

I know your heart is reaching out with an arm for you there

But it feels like too long

It feels like too long

It feels like too long

(Will you haunt me like a ghost when you're gone?)

(Will you send us Polaroids of the farm?)

It feels like too long

(I know your heart is reaching out with an arm for you there)

Ayy